Sonny's Blues

After finishing off this story, my first thought was that I did not like this story. I didn't like the way it made me feel. Recently, a friend of the family’s who also goes to my church, just lost his daughter. And just a couple of months ago, he lost his dad. My heart has been breaking for this man ever since I found out his daughter passed away last week. She was twenty-one years old and died accidentally. This has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but this story for some reason just made my heart so heavy.

I naturally have a sensitive heart. My major is social work. Lately, I feel like there is so much nastiness in the world that the good cannot shine through it. So, this story did nothing to cheer me up.  I just feel so bad for the guy in the story. I feel like he was sucked in to the drug scene, and there was no way for him to get out. It is so true that so many of them that get addicted can never get a release from that. It is just so sad to me. But not only was his drug habit affecting just him, but it affected his brother also. It’s so crazy how that works. There is nothing that we do that doesn’t affect others around us. You could tell in the story that his brother wanted to be able to help him, he just didn’t know how.

I didn’t fully understand the ending. Was he back on drugs or was he finding his way in playing music through other things? I feel like his life story was good enough to be able to play his music well enough. However, I just don’t have the mind of a musician, I guess? So, I don’t know.