It is possible that by a “well-meaning” act we alter the course of life of another being. And if those well-meaning acts are done in haste and without the asking, this alteration can be profound.
When I was at school in Laurie Lee land we had an English Common Entrance exam. I was twelve. My time at the school had been mixed. And now I was rising up through the class rankings because at last we were doing more proper science and topography in maths, which I loved. And there it was John Donne, write some prose inspired by that piece.
And so, I did, for the very first time in my life I let it all out. I opened my heart and it flowed. It turned out to be a dream which many years later would find fruition. It was a kind of prescience decades in the germination. My English teacher without asking me, read it out in assembly. He gushed and praised it. My very private world had been taken out, and laid bare, naked, for all to see.
This was perhaps the most mortifying experience I had as yet had. There and then I resolved never, not ever, would I do that again. That portcullis came down hard and fast.
He wrote on my report card that I had poetry in my Soul. My nan was very impressed. In Wales such things were still valued then. But the damage had been done. All it took was a few minutes.
Having cued this up:
Have I ever intervened in the life of another being without their asking?
Why did I do that?
What were the outcomes?