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Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
If you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’d like to tell you about my son.
Oh, yes! I’ve got a son! He doesn’t live round here any more, of course! Hasn’t done for years.
No, my daughters look after me – and my sons-in-law - and it’s lovely to have all my grandchildren around me.
But I was telling you about my son. When did I last see him?
Oh, it must have been three, maybe four, years ago. He was back in Jerusalem for a time and he came here to stay for a few days to see the family and me. Full of stories, he was! All about the places he’d been, the people he’d met, the work he’d been doing. It was good to see him, but he couldn’t stay for more than a couple of days. He’s always busy. Always moving on.
When he was a child he was like that. Full of life. Always on the move. Chattering non-stop. Boundless energy, he had. We thought he was going to have a good future. His teachers did too. But then the tragedy happened and everything changed completely.
He was out and about so much, you see. Some days we hardly saw him from morning till night. And, if he was involved in some game, or sometimes into mischief, he didn’t bother to take care of himself too much. And the flies were everywhere.
We tried to tell him to be careful and to keep as clean as possible, but he was too excitable to listen. So, if his eyes itched, he rubbed them. If there were flies around he didn’t always bother to brush them away. And, by the time we’d noticed that he couldn’t see so well, it was too late. His eyes were red and sore and disease had set in. He went blind very quickly. By the time he was ten he could only tell dark from light – and he lost that too, even more quickly.
We just didn’t know what to do. Timaeus prayed about it. So did I. We took him to every doctor we could find. We tried every cure that held out any hope at all – and some of them were very odd! But it was no good. Bartimaeus was blind and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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Marjorie Dobson
If you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’d like to tell you about my son.
Oh, yes! I’ve got a son! He doesn’t live round here any more, of course! Hasn’t done for years.
No, my daughters look after me – and my sons-in-law - and it’s lovely to have all my grandchildren around me.
But I was telling you about my son. When did I last see him?
Oh, it must have been three, maybe four, years ago. He was back in Jerusalem for a time and he came here to stay for a few days to see the family and me. Full of stories, he was! All about the places he’d been, the people he’d met, the work he’d been doing. It was good to see him, but he couldn’t stay for more than a couple of days. He’s always busy. Always moving on.
When he was a child he was like that. Full of life. Always on the move. Chattering non-stop. Boundless energy, he had. We thought he was going to have a good future. His teachers did too. But then the tragedy happened and everything changed completely.
He was out and about so much, you see. Some days we hardly saw him from morning till night. And, if he was involved in some game, or sometimes into mischief, he didn’t bother to take care of himself too much. And the flies were everywhere.
We tried to tell him to be careful and to keep as clean as possible, but he was too excitable to listen. So, if his eyes itched, he rubbed them. If there were flies around he didn’t always bother to brush them away. And, by the time we’d noticed that he couldn’t see so well, it was too late. His eyes were red and sore and disease had set in. He went blind very quickly. By the time he was ten he could only tell dark from light – and he lost that too, even more quickly.
We just didn’t know what to do. Timaeus prayed about it. So did I. We took him to every doctor we could find. We tried every cure that held out any hope at all – and some of them were very odd! But it was no good. Bartimaeus was blind and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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Marjorie Dobson
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