I kept replaying the movie in my mind

By Beverly Goldsmith

A child being hugged. A young woman silently weeping. A group of men cheering for their sports team. Every day we're presented with a variety of images. Some of these images delight. Some disturb. We need to watch how we let any of them affect us, including the ones that catch us off guard by shocking us. This is a lesson that began for me one rainy Saturday and later resulted in the healing of an injured arm.

On that particular wet afternoon, while I was flicking the television from channel to channel, a well-known actor appeared on screen. The character he was portraying in the movie was being physically tortured. The scene was so unexpected and so vividly depicted that I could not forget it. In the days that followed, this graphic slice of cinematography kept replaying in my mind with such tenacity that I wondered if I would ever be rid of it.

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