And the younger son went to his father and said, ďHey Dad, letís have a game of ball.Ē
Well, thatís what he would like to have said. The fact is, heís only ever seen his father once, on his fifth birthday. That day, the father turned up half drunk on his motherís doorstep, thrust a package into her hands, and said, ďHereís something for the kid.Ē The first and last time.
Perhaps heís luckier than the eldest son, though.
The father turned up on his motherís doorstep when he turned five, a bit more than half drunk this time. When the mother tried to stop him coming in, the father hit her in the mouth and knocked her down. Then he grabbed the eldest son and dragged him off, saying, ďIím going to give my son a birthday treat, and youíre not going to stop me.Ē
The eldest son cried, and tried to run away. For that, he got a belt around the ear, and pulled into the fatherís car. In between shouting at the boy for continuing to cry, and trying to drink from a half-empty bottle, the father crashed the car. So the eldest sonís most memorable gift was a scarred face, which heíll have for the rest of his life.
Now, being chased by the courts for maintenance payments for the two sons, the father sold some computer equipment he had stolen, and headed to a far country. There he survived on burglaries and booze, and found a woman who was willing to put up with him, as long as he beat her up no more than once a week.
But one day, he did both once too often. She went to the police, and they found enough stolen property lying around the house to put the father away for a good stretch.
Prison was not a happy time. He got beaten up several times, and that was just by the warders. The other inmates did worse. The compulsory drying out from alcohol and drugs left him with the shakes, and he would find himself crying uncontrollably in his cell late at night. Sometimes the face of his son, bloody from the car crash, would swim into his mind.
He found himself wanting to talk, but no-one would listen. Except the chaplain. A strange guy, this. He didnít push religion, like the father expected. He just listened, with a great sadness in his eyes. And once, quite unexpectedly, he gave the father a hug as he left.
The father was so surprised he nearly beat the chaplain to the ground. But after the chaplain left, the father suddenly burst into great sobs that he could not control.
And for reasons he could not understand, a vision of everything that had happened to him flashed past the eyes of the father.
The next time the chaplain came, the father burst into tears again, and this time the chaplain just held him and rocked him, like a little child.
The father gets out of prison next week. Itís going to take time, but he wants to go back to the two women and ask their forgiveness. And he wants to be a real father to his sons. Itís going to be very hard, because knows almost nothing about what a father does. Except for what heís experienced in the embrace of the chaplain. But he reckons that may be a good place to start. He doesnít know whether the sons will want him around, either. Thereís a lot of pain and fear to be overcomeÖon both sides.
But the chaplain has offered to go with him the first time. So that gives him hope. And heíll just take it from there.
Copyright John McNeil 2001, all rights reserved. This script may be performed free of charge, provided no charge is made for entry or for programmes. In return, the author would like to be notified of any performances. He may be contacted at: firstname.lastname@example.org
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