Patty Duke’s autobiography is Call Me Anna. One evening last week Bertha and I caught the last of the movie The Miracle Worker, in which Patty Duke played a young Helen Keller. For her amazing performance, she became the youngest person to win the Academy Award.
We were so touched by her performance, I went online and found her autobiography and ordered it that night. It was delivered two days later.
Patty Duke’s childhood was a mess by any standards. You read of how she was treated–used, abused, manipulated, lied to–and you feel some people are going to burn in hell for this. I’ve not finished the book–I read a couple of chapters and lay the book aside for a day or two–it’s difficult. And today I came across this…
Patty Duke became involved in the Muscular Dystrophy Association. She says, For someone my age who had not been trained to deal with seriously ill people, (this work) was initially traumatic. It takes an enormous toll to see these exquisite-looking, bright children who are withered and tortured in their little bodies. You might be bright and cheery in front of them, but inside it hurts and you’re enraged. You’re saying to yourself, ‘What the hell is life about? Where’s this just God I keep hearing about?’ It’s tough stuff to wrestle with, especially when all (the parent-substitutes) would give me were trite answers to serious questions.
I have read further, but cannot get past this outburst in which she blames God for the suffering.