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Personal Essay : Do You Understand What Happened To You?

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He nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Do you understand what has happened to you?” she asked, shaking him again.
“N-nooooo.” He nearly sobbed.
She wrapped her free arm about him and hugged him close. “Listen to me.” She said as he began to sob. “Listen.”
He hic-upped and stifled himself.
“Whatever happened to you in that room was real. As real as this sofa we’re sitting on. As real as this building around us. As real as this hand.” She lifted his hand so he could see it.
“You have really lost all the weight you went into that room with. I promised you that. But I didn’t warn you of what else might happen. What did happen. I couldn’t warn you because I didn’t truly know. Everyone that walks through that door lives a day unique to themselves. Do …show more content…

The doctor took his head in both her hands and demanded he look her in the eyes.
“What do you see? Look hard at me. What do you see? Listen to my voice, to my words. What do you hear? Feel my hands on you skin, the scent of my perfume. What am I?”
His eyes widening with surprise he realized he was sensing the presence of his lover. “You’re her?” He muttered in confusion.
The doctor chuckled. “Not even close dear man. But she is in every woman, don’t you see? She is a daughter, a lover, a mother, a nurse and eventually a death to mourn. But she always rises to begin again. She always will. She lives in every woman.”
The fatman nodded a slow agreement. “I can see that. Dear God the things I did to her-” He shook with sudden anger as the thought of what he had done to women all his life. “Oh dear God, oh God.”
The doctor got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to return with yet another cup of some tea. She held it out to the shaken man.
“This will help you sleep until your clothes get here.”
He took the cup and sipped its contents warily. For once she had given him something pleasant to drink. “What do I do now?” he asked as he set the empty cup on the coffee table.
“Same choices you’ve always had. You can do as you were doing before you came to me.”
“I can’t go back to that now!” He protested.
“You can become worse than you were.” She paused as his face paled at the thought. “Or you can begin making things right. Right for the people you’ve

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