A dear friend of mine is very ill. She lives in this rich country of ours and yet she, like the young boy in this drawing of mine, is tied to her own cross of chronic suffering. I am beginning to wonder if there is an element of greed that keeps her there also.
In an effort to get well, she has spent so much money on so many different types of treatments and nothing has really seemed to help so far.
What saddens me the most is that these "doctors" are all willing to take her money but very uninterested in being supportive when there is no improvement.
Some of these expensive treatments are experimental and even so, once the money has exchanged hands, the experiment seems to be over.
I just keep praying and hoping that sooner or later one of these treatments will work or, at the very least, the doctor, will turn out to be compassionate and available when needed.
As I said, this is just the first draft so there may be several changes yet before it is finished.
This performance, by the way, is being produced by Brampton Lyric Opera Company at the Rose Theatre in Brampton, 1 Theatre Lane, April 19 at 8 p.m. I believe the tickets are $10 if you are interested in attending.
I am sure it will be an excellent performance.
The final "portrait" this evening is one from Sunday's Toronto Star of the Dalai Lama obviously painted by an artist who respects him.
The article in which the drawing appeared was entitled: "A Troublemaker for Peace".
The article, by Thomas Axworthy, has one very poignant paragraph in it. In talking about the riots in Tibet (which did include some terrible actions on the part of young Tibetans) Axworthy tells us that "one of the favourite items seized from Chinese shops was toilet paper. The Tibetans strung the paper over power lines as facsimiles of the khadag (the white scarves of honour and greeting). As the ersatz scarves billowed in the wind, Gabriel Lafitte, an adviser to the Tibetan government in exile, wrote: That is what this revolt is about -- making Tibet Tibetan once more."
And so we all struggle against those things that cause us sadness and sorrow.
May God give us strength to keep fighting.