Sunday, April 6, 2008

Mary Worth 161

Ladies and gentlemen. Here it is in its entirety, with very few alterations made only to add clarity in this monologue form.

Your assignment is to use this monologue to create a video presentation that we can post on the blog. Be as creative as you like. Post it to YouTube and email the link to maryworthandme@gmail.com.

"My Compulsion to Help Others"
A Mary Worth Monologue

To quote a wise person, “Kindness is my true religion.” But when I look back on my past I know my compulsion to help others is more than that… You know, it’s fascinating how our experiences shape who we are in so many ways! Something happened in my past! Something I’ve never forgotten! I have a story to tell you! It’s really not out of the ordinary to look back sometimes! We’re all in the same boat, really! I’m not alone when I say that something happened in my childhood that shaped who I am today! I usually don’t speak about my past, because I like to live in the present! But you asked where I get my compulsion to help others, so I’ll tell you a story! You know, I wasn’t always as you see me today! Remember, things are not always what they seem! I went through a difficult time as a child, before my mother remarried and circumstances improved! My father was out of the picture early on! This forced my mother to look for work, and left me to fend for myself! I was a child of a broken home who had no one to properly take care of me! My mother did her best! Unfortunately, it often wasn’t enough! Whose to say why things happen the way they do? We grow in character because we struggle. We learn and overcome. I used to go to sleep without dinner. Hungry for food… for love… most of all, for a feeling of self worth! Later on, things improved! But not before I went to bed hungry for more nights than a child should have to bear! There were times in my childhood, when I felt unloved, and unworthy! It wasn’t only due to the lack of food or money, either! [My mother] wasn’t a consistent presence in those days! Still, I hoped things would change! It’s been said, “Suffering produces endurance… and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” Luckily, I had my friend, Cathy. She didn’t care that my clothes were more than a little worn. We played as kids do. We used to talk and laugh and delight in the insignificant. Friendship isn’t a big thing. It’s a million little things. Sometimes we didn’t talk. Friendship needs no words. Despite having a friend, the feeling of being lowly and unworthy persisted. I tried to pretend I was the same as other kids, but at home I faced cold hard reality. There’s more to my story. As I said before, something happened that was a turning point for me. It raised me up. Made me feel differently about myself. As I was saying, when I was with my friend Cathy, she made me feel better as friends often do. With her I felt like a normal little girl, instead of a neglected child in a broken home. At my house it was a different story. Having her as a friend almost made the long days and nights more bearable. Almost. Sometimes I visited Cathy’s house. Her parents were kind people. One time, I was quiet and seated at their dinner table. When Cathy’s mother started to say grace, I was unsure, so I followed the others’ example. Then something happened that would change my life forever! Cathy’s mother concluded saying grace, “And let us give thanks for having Mary here… who is always welcome at our home for dinner.” As the child of a broken home, I took note of myself. And of a higher power in that one instance. Over the years, circumstances improved… especially after my mother remarried. But that one incident stands out in my mind because I felt something shift inside. One act of kindness made me feel differently about myself. It’s hard to explain it, Toby. Lao-Tse said, “Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profundity. Kindness in giving creates love.” Because of Cathy and because of what Cathy’s mother said, “And let us give thanks for having Mary here, who is always welcome at our house for dinner,” I am who I am today! I help others and I am able to care! That incident made me feel that I am worthy of receiving and ultimately… giving! It’s amazing how a simple act can be transforming. Harold Kushner said, “When you are kind to others, it not only changes you. It changes the world.” What seems unimportant today may take on greater meaning tomorrow. We affect each other in ways that are not always obvious. Children especially are sensitive to things said and done. The simplest word, the smallest deed can have an effect! It’s never too late to have an effect in someone’s life. I was profoundly affected by the kindness of strangers! Someone reached out to me when I needed it most! And now I reach out to others! It’s a privilege to help others as I’ve been helped!… In any way I can… whether it’s advising someone… or inviting a lonely soul to my place for dinner. I’ve gone through hardship, and instead of becoming bitter and angry about it, I’ve taken the high road. It’s called perspective. It comes with experience! Instead of ignoring my past, I look back at the things I truly am grateful for. Like my friend Cathy and her family. They were a Godsend. And they weren’t the only ones! But that’s a story for another day. Lyndon B. Johnson said, “We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.” Looking back makes me feel nostalgic. That’s why I try not to do it too often. I hope I answered your question about what compels me to help others.

19 comments:

Drak said...

I read this aloud and it is hilarious. Though exhausting.

Dean Booth said...

Mary's ramble reminds me of the scene in 2001: A Space Odessy when HAL is being dismantled. It's sad when he begins to sing "Daisy," but it's a relief when he is finally shut down.

Anonymous said...

This has gotta be the best worst monologue to use for an audition

Anonymous said...

Fact: Toby actually survived listening to that entire droning monologue.

Implication: Toby is a robot, built by Mary for the specific task of listening to her droning monologues.

There can be no other explanation.

Spike said...

Looks like those two small children are about to intercept a comet headed straight for Mary Worth! Oh, to be put out of this misery!

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yellojkt said...

I couldn't make it all the way to the end. Too painful.

thelastsong said...

That's drastically awful. Wow. I commend you for typing that all up!

Fnarf said...

That's not a comet, it's a baseball, and whoever threw it has terrible aim, since it was clearly supposed to bean Mrs. Worth.

This is my new favorite blog, by the way.

Anonymous said...

Sound and fury, like a car spinning its wheels, slowly moving to the top of a snow-covered hill. It reminds me of a time in my youth...

Reading that block of white text on black made my eyes hurt a little. My brain says it's because of the contrast, but my heart knows it's because of Mary.

Thanks and good job!

Anonymous said...

Mary! That was inspiring! Your wisdom is a true blessing!

...She sure loves her exclamation points!!!!!

gabacho said...

This works really well if you read it aloud and make it sound like Dick Cheney's saying it.

G. said...

. . . my intrusive nosiness all perfume and yes I said yes I will yes!

Solocardate said...
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D.B. Echo said...

That is neither a comet nor a baseball. That is clearly the top end of a flagpole, which is being whipped around so quickly that the pole is flexing. It is being spun in a horizontal circle aimed at the back of Mary's head. The children are not reaching for it, they are cheering for the inevitable SPLAT when it makes contact with the back of Mary's head. Toby's blissed-out expression indicates a willing acceptance of her own death as collateral damage as a necessary consequence of the elimination of the serial meddler and murderer of poor Aldo Kerlast.

Sarah said...

I like that all quotes in the monologue are attributed except the one from the Bible. It's good to know society has enough respect for Christianity not to publicly identify Mary Worth with us. Admirers of Lao-Tse or Lyndon B. Johnson are less lucky than those who admire the Apostle Paul. e

Anonymous said...

Proof positive that Mary Worth is a Sith Lord.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Suffering produces endurance. Endurance produces character. Character produces hope.

corbyz said...

Once in awhile I remember this and need to re-read it again. I just can't believe how drawn out something that could be told in one friggin' sentence really was.

Moo said...

Was that grammar mistake in the original? "Whose" should be "who's" as it "who is to say".