touched by violence - r 1of

Einstein showed that time was another dimension comparable to the three dimensions of space.

But a journey in time is quite different than a journey in space, even though a journey in space is done in time.

I have meditated on violence and its affect on people.  I have started a journey in space about the affect of people of violence.

I am collecting here my personal journey in time of being touched by violence.  I define that to be any time violence occurred and it affected me.  Many of these events are back in the mists of memory.  I will bring back what I can.

My oldest memory is not mine but my mother's.  She says when I was very young, I went out with some neighbor children.  She implied it was without her permission.  At some point I took off my shoes and walked in dirty water.  I got a piece of glass in my foot.  She took me to a medical facility and had the glass removed.  Since I was the first born, she put the piece of glass in my baby book, which I seem not to have anymore.  But I have a strong and sure memory of the piece of glass in the book.

I don't remember what she said of the other children.

I don't remember how she looked when she told the story, but I think she felt betrayed.  She spent her time and energy, and the money my father sent home from the war in the Pacific, raising me.  She expected more of me. She always did.