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Show 751 for the baby's death, for in Karen's eighth month of pregaancy, came in following -,a c h i r o p r a c t i c lesson with her father and (filled with his native zeal) said, "Let me show you a correction I just learned." Lacing h i s arms through hers and placing his hands at the base of her neck, he simultaneouly pulled and pushed, causing most of her spine to crackle. Karen stood blinking with s u r p r i s e and said she f e l t wonderful. Afterward, his father-in-law took him aside and explained, "I hope you haven't hurt the g i r l ~ or the unborn child. I should have warned you - t h i s c o r r e c t i o n is not for pregnant women." "And she blamed you, too," I breathed, feeling I had found an important piece to an important puzzle. He nodded sadly. "Yes, but of course I f e l t much worse than she imagined, for I knew that I was to blame even before she did." I thought of the complicity I felt in the death of Vietnam-babies, and believed I knew something of his guilt.over blind, impulsive mistakes. He told other stories, how he rode a freight car from Oregon tc L.A. to meet his new wife, and how he arrived there with only ten cents in his pocket. Each story had its o»n beauty and pain. Each story revealed his human ^dilemma - a propensity for greatness, struggling against a err. When he stopped speaking, interrupted by my mother crystal , cream, I was unable to bearingAbowls of cantaloupe and ice creai , say anything. My face was numb. A T whi^ered, "What a remarkable After I had recovered, I whisperea, v m +akP a whole volume by life you've had, Daddy. You'll take a wn ifA-a QO much power - you're yourself. You've so many gifts, so |