It’s Ironic how I always feel compelled to write whenever I’m hurt, I purposely avoid relationships because of this familiar hurt, this agonizing lingering feeling of my heart tearing apart. Yet my hurt gives birth to the best pieces I’ve ever written.
In the last year or so I’ve learned a lot, but the number one thing I have learned is what the scripture teaches This is what the LORD says: “Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the LORD. He will be like a bush in the wastelands; he will not see prosperity when it comes.” Jeremiah 17:5-6.
Depicted from circumstances I have learned that people will never see the amount of good you have done for them but instead will focus on that one little thing you did that (according to their book) turned their world upside down. A focus so blinded it permits the dark cloud of anger, jealousy, resentment and hate to consume one’s soul with no remorse.
We have been given the gift of free will, where our decisions create the path to our future. Let me tell you a little story: (As I tell you this, I could not refrain from crying for it is the hardest story I would probably ever share with you) As you all know Haiti is not a safe country, and the mentality of the crab bucket is naturally engrained in some Haitians, I was coming back from school as usual, I was 16 at the time, my father owned a mechanic school where he prepared young men for a their future in that field. But he also held a job, where he was supervising a department for the telecommunication company in Haiti. That particular day, our admin came in running and screaming throughout the school saying “They pulled a gun on him…OMG they pulled a gun on Mr. Brunot” …puzzled by the situation I run downstairs, leaving my books and homework to figure out what was going on, as the situation had passed my father comes in smiling, saying “Grace be to God for another day” …what had happened was a colleague jealous of his promotion came to my father’s establishment pulling a gun on him threatening his life for he didn’t think he deserved that position. My father forgave him instantly.
I’m pretty sure you are reading this saying “whaaaaaaaaaaaattttt”…indeed he let it go. What this man failed to remember was my father thought him the job, took him under his wing, showed him the trade and accepted him in his family, Yet he had the gull to pull a gun on him. MY FATHER FORGAVE HIS ASSAILLANT.
My dad wasn’t perfect but he taught me one thing, we are all humans we make mistakes, but when you love someone, I mean true brotherly love, you learn to forgive. However, friendships and relationships are like running trains, they come and go. You can only control your environment and cannot force the other to see your point of view.
I have experienced true friendship once, to my roommates from Puerto Rico, who no matter the circumstances, knew how to forgive, though we were very young we became problem solvers, focusing on the good, focusing on that love we had for each other. We were different, yet co-existed in an imperfect world in a perfect relationship…. Angie and Annie I truly miss you.
In a world where everything is so unpredictable, by longing for peace and focusing on the good, forgiveness is inevitable ergo a path to a better world.