Charlie Shedd’s Five Kinds of Broken Things:
First: There’s the kind that when they’re broken no one can fix.
Second: There’s the kind that when they’re broken will fix themselves if we leave them alone.
Third: There’s the kind that when they’re broken someone else has to fix.
Fourth: There’s the kind that when they’re broken only God can fix.
Fifth: There’s the kind that when they’re broken we’ve got to fix.
Number One. A unbreakable plate, corelle, fell out of my hand the other day as I was attempting to place it in the cabinet where it belonged. It splattered into a jillion pieces. No possibility of repair. Maybe the fact that it was “unbreakable” made it splatter even more than a regular glass plate. My son tells me that tempered glass is very hard to break, but it is possible; however, it is not possible to cut oneself on broken tempered glass.
Estelle was a woman with a tempered heart. She had baked it rock hard. It did not cut her, at least we saw no blood. Perhaps she thought it was fixed as she walked among us for a while. She shared the condition of her heart. We thought we were “fixing” her. We weren’t. Estelle committed suicide. At last even her tempered heart was broken.
We couldn’t fix it.