after a suicide attempt in 2016
āWhen Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I donāt know. Further north, Iād guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think sheās up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. Heās holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, theyād fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didnāt get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying heās pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. Sheās got a hanker for plums and aināt nothing else gonna do. Itās when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddyās truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. Thatās how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You donāt earn it. Itās given.ā
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where itās no trouble at all.
However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include āclose to Fort Smith, Arkansas.ā
The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at āa little closer than Texarkana.ā (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)
So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.
Iām not crying, *youāre* crying





























