Welcome to Melvin’s Skits
©Cracked But Not Broken
Woman: sitting in congregation
Doctors and nurses: around a patient on operating table.
Man: about same age as woman.
Child: very young.
Older man: woman’s father.
(As scene opens doctors are operating on patient. A heart monitor is beeping. Woman stands up and begins talking to someone in congregation. Maybe someone set up or just someone at random.)
Woman: May I ask you a question? Have you wasted opportunities in your life? (beat for
answer then speaks with dejection in voice.) I have. My whole life has been a waste of space. A waste of good air that someone with a productive life could have been using.
Let’s see. What have I done with the gifts God gave me? (Puts finger to temple, thinking.) Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I can see you don’t believe me. You’re thinking, nobody could waste every opportunity. Even a blind hog stumbles onto an opportunity every once-in-a-while.
Okay. Well let’s look at my life. My parents wanted me to go to college. I dropped out after the first semester. God gave me a wonderful man. (Wonderful man appears on stage.) He asked me to marry him. We had a beautiful wedding. Then I got pregnant. (Child appears.) I could have had a beautiful child, but I chose an abortion. (Child fades into darkness.) Then I chose to have an affair and my husband divorced me. (Man fades into darkness.) Then my mother died and I was eaten up with guilt because I didn’t go see her at all during the months of her illness.
(Smiles at memory.) She was always kind of a ding bat, like Edith Bunker. She always said ditsy things like, “right now in a minute” and “raise that window down.” “ . And mother kept things forever. She couldn’t throw anything away. Everything had a memory attached to it. I remember these old dishes she had. I would tell her she needed to throw them away. But she would say, “Oh no, dear, they’re just cracked, they’re not broken. They’re still useful. Then she would start talking about Jesus and I would leave the room. Just another missed opportunity. I didn’t have time for her and I didn’t have time for her Jesus.
Then came the final drop of nothing in an already empty life. My job, the last vestige of sound structure of a gelatinous foundation, my job is down sized out from under me.
That was when I decided it was no longer worth the effort. It doesn’t matter how I did It, but I decided to end it right then and there. Was it just a coincidence my father decided to pay me a visit at that very moment? (Man appears near doctors. He’s watching them with worried anticipation.) He and I hadn’t spoken to each other in over a year (beat) at my mother’s funeral. Why did he come at all? And why at that moment?
I could hear my daddy’s voice in the ambulance. He was blaming himself for my life. He was asking God to forgive him. He was asking God to save his baby. (Heart monitor goes flat. everyone moving to revive the patient.)
In the darkness I can hear my mother’s voice, “It’s just a crack. It’s not broken. It’s still useable.” (She’s now standing on stage with spotlight on her.) Oh God, save me. Give me another chance at this opportunity called life. Please use me, Lord. (Heart monitor starts to beat evenly again.)
Doctor: We’ve got a pulse.
Nurse: It’s getting stronger. (Sighs of relief and happiness.)
Doctor: (To her father) She’s going to make it.