damaged goods

before i had my own children, i was engaged in some playful rough-housing with my friend's six year old son and i dropped him on his head. he was okay, never lost consciousness, no blood; but that was about ten years ago and i am just starting to recognize how symbolic that event was. he developed and now suffers from an exaggerated squint. how oddly fated that i squint to lessen the painful perception i have of the world, and he squints because i dropped him on his head. i don't know all the possible reasons that life damages people. but i know one. slippery bastard.