As I watched an eagle snag it's meal through the razor wire that surrounds one of the many prisons I've had to call home for the past two decades, I realized that I have survived while people I once thought close to me actually turned there back on me.....
In some ways its made me stronger, hard, like a foundation with which to build on...
I understand and realize that no matter how I look at things I am here because I made bad decisions in my life....., but I've also come to understand not to let the crime or punishment define who I am as a person. And therefore I to forgive but, should that also mean that I forget the ones who turned there backs on me when I was in my deepest darkest places...?
How does one feel when you are drowning in a pool and all the ones you know are right there at pool side yet turn there backs on you?
Angry? No not me, not anymore!
Two decades is enough soften any heart that has hate in it... yet to forget is something else entirely.
At the least put yourself in that position and, tell me what would you do? But there is a silver lining to this story... and yes there are really demons in the rough! Turns out, over the years of this bid I've met some real stand up men that I can say I was blessed to served with.. you all know who you are; you guys have always " kept it real" I will see you guys on the other side of the fence soon. It's all the ones who turned there backs on me.. I forgive... just don't ever come knocking on my door for help because that story just might end with me giving you my back.......
