A Bitter End

Imagine with me a boy who never lived up to expectations. A boy who was never told "good work". He never deserved it, but he also never knew the excitement of a job well done. He never had a taste of fulfillment. Might he never know that it could be worth it? Now picture a girl, unaware of dignity. She was never shown modesty, in any real and tangible way. She lived her life the way she saw it modeled. She never knew a touch that didn't want something from her. Now who holds the fault for her unending pain and hopelessness? It is not for us to hold anything against these people. Of course these are hypothetical situations. I like to believe that everyone that I run across knows right and wrong, or at least approximations. But what if everything that they have seen modeled, all of the negative, overways that little speck of grace that they have seen. What if it puts that little flame out? Then might they never know that it could be worth it? And who will hold the fault for their unending pain and hopelessness?