This is Molly Stark, the courageous woman who married Revolutionary General John Stark and nursed his troops through a smallpox epidemic. Her stance, holding the rifle and the baby, perfectly epitomizes the stance I should be taking tonight in my performance as Mother Jones, union organizer.
But I'm sick. The timing couldn't really be worse, to come down with a cold on the opening night of a play. I'm determined to play through, but I have to wonder: why me? why now? And isn't that what all of us wonder, whenever adversity -- however large or small -- hits?
I hope I learn what I'm meant to learn. I just wish I knew what it was I was supposed to learn. Is it that I'm strong enough to overcome any obstacle? Or is it that I need to "put the mask over my own face first?" Only time will tell...
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