Lies (Part Three)

Why his father did this, I don’t know, but he did, and Tim lived his entire life with the effect of his father’s lies.  When I met Tim for the first and last time, six months of chemotherapy had taken its toll on his body, he was far from in his peak shape anymore, and he felt worse about his body than ever.  He no longer was built like a professional wrestler, you see, and was “only” built like Kevin Sorbo back in his Hercules days.

Let me say that again.

After six months of chemo, Tim was still built like a man who made his living portraying a Greek demigod, but even when Tim was in his prime he felt small and weak.  It didn’t matter how obviously ridiculous the lie that Tim was weak was to everyone else, it was everything to Tim, because he believed it with all his heart.

He died believing that.  That is how nasty a lie can be.

There’s no good way to end a story like this, so I’m not even going to try.

Because that’s the truth.


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