Part of a "True" story...
I was 13 years oldAlone in this sinister world...
No one to turn to except the four walls and god...
I saw angels in my dream every night, wishing they could help me
I shivered, tried to force myself to sleep!..as my dad's car pulled up in the garage...
But I could not sleep, the fear was too intense, "please god can you help me? I cannot take another beating today!"....
He openend the door and I wanted to run away again!
But to where?....no one wants to keep me, I always ended up back at home in the arms of the "monster"....there was just no way out!...I wanted to be dead!.... I thought,"Today, he will not catch me,I will jump! I will jump off the precipice!" end all my sorrow..
I tumbled down the hill hoping to be dead.
The huge hands grabs a hold of my small arms and drags me up the hill...."damn!" I thought, "I did not die?"
He made me walk on the broken leg, beat me on it...
Am in pain!...helpless!....the neighbours were furious and demanded he stop...did it stop?....No!..I forgave him!
R.I.P. Dad...
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Forgiving is love's toughest work, and love's biggest risk. If you twist it into something it was never meant to be, it can make you a doormat or an insufferable manipulator. Forgiving seems almost unnatural. Our sense of fairness tells us people should pay for the wrong they do. But forgiving is love's power to break nature's rule. ~Lewis B. Smedes
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese