The Misfit's A Good Man Is Hard To Find

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Growing up, Kelsie had always been closer to her mother than her father. It wasn’t that there was an uncomfortable separation of the two, it was simply that he was a man who cared greatly for his family’s wellbeing, and thus had the lingering, subtle aloofness of one who, by necessity, is not always present. He loved his baby girl, now a young woman of 17 years. His watch read 7:30 am. “Kels,” he called as she came down the stairs, “You almost ready to leave? You cut it close yesterday, and principle Miller told your mother that if you get another tardy this week you’ll have detention.” “I’m almost ready, Dad,” she replied, entombed within a bathrobe, her still-wet hair turbaned up in an embroidered orange…show more content…
I was confused about how the story ended, when the Misfit says that “[The grandmother] would have been a good person had there been someone there to shoot her every minute of her life”. I didn’t really understand what that meant until we talked about it amongst ourselves. The conclusion we reached was, to me, unbelievably profound. Good people are not those who are morally superior, or those who play the Good Samaritan. Rather, they are those who are consistently true to themselves. The concept of good taken in this manner was entirely new to me, and I wanted to explore it more thoroughly in what is an extreme situation. I felt that real, undeniable faith in God was somewhere near, if not truthfully at the apex, of being true to oneself. Indeed, at the moment of Kelsie’s heightened awareness-when the shooting begins-she is, in a sense, incredibly close to God. To build the characters in the story, I pulled a lot from personal experience. Kelsie’s father is nearly a carbon copy of my own; indeed, the lines he speaks are verbatim of what my father (also named James) has told my siblings and I. In this manner, I somewhat wrote myself into the story in the position of Kelsie. At the conclusion, it was difficult to write her death, even though I knew that was how my story must end that it might elicit the response I was seeking from the
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