So, then .... Now what? What can I do.? No one can keep withstanding this pain. Why do I keep trying to get my kids to see what is real! Why do my children think that Brice is a loser?
A lot appear to have this opinion of him. Why? I don't care for this because it is in the past and he has proven to me and the world that this is not the way he chose or now chooses to live. He has paid his debt to society. Society in fact OWES HIM BELIEVE ME.
I love the man who Brice is. This man has withstood the kind of pain that would have crippled and crushed the average person completely. He withstood all of this before his tenth birthday. He lived through it and he turned his back on society for sometime because of it and because that is what you do when your soul is just that crushed.
Here is a man who has triumphed over one of the greatest injustice's life can throw at you. A childhood in hell. Pure hell in fact. Picture what you think is a hellish childhood. My childhood was pretty bad not living with my parents and being brought up harshly. I know this! My life was a Sunday School picnic next to Brice's childhood. I do not say this lightly as I cry often about my lost childhood. The one I never had.
There are not many human beings in the world who have the fortitude to withstand this kind of pain and the negative consequences it inadvertently brings with it. Brice has. Brice did even better than that, he broke the cycle. I love him for respecting me so highly. For taking the utmost care of me. For loving me when it sure isn't easy when I cry everyday.
Image by Mezza - Urunga from the hill ...Sooty stands there in the wind and wet, waiting!
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