Forgiveness and Understanding posted 3/4/2007 5:13:29 PM | 12 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: respect, candy, stupid, people

PullMyFinger

If we practice an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, soon the whole world will be blind and toothless.~~Mahatma Gandhi

When I was very young and in grade school, I wasn't as wonderful, gracious and respectful as I am now, believe me. I wasn't small or anything, but I was a little shy and unassuming, I could be lost in a crowd. My little brother was a sickly child, small and weak and unable to stand up to others. In 4th grade, I bloomed so to speak, growing some serious guns and started to develop this charming personality I possess now.

A young girl was in my class, pretty and fairly intelligent. She was an excellent student and came from one of the families :up: on the hill. At first I developed a bit of a crush on her, she had hair as black as night with big brown eyes and the cutest little pair of booblets I'd ever seen. All went well until my little brother started school. The little beauty I developed a crush on started picking on my little, weak and defenseless brother. It got to the point where it was just mean, cruel and psychologically damaging. My little brother would come home and cry over the treatment this little girl subjected him to. He'd cry and cry, sobbing, wishing he had the strength to stand up to the constant bullying. I remember how hard it was for me to witness his distress, my one and only little brother, crying uncontrollably, knowing that he didn't have the strength nor the popularity to stand up to a little girl so popular and well liked. They'd laugh at him constantly, tripping him, tipping his lunch tray over, calling him gimp and things. She and her friends began calling him retard and such, hurting his feelings even more. Soon, everyone in the lunch room would laugh, forcing my little brothers retreat to that place that little people often find comforting, isolation.

I considered protecting him, but the teachers had become wise to my modus operandi and blocked any and all efforts to protect my little brother. I was perplexed. I felt as if I let my little brother down, but the MAN was keeping me down, forcing me to become a bystander.

Then one day, my mom said we were going to visit some friends, their little girl had developed a bad heart condition and we were going to the hospital to pay our respects. The little girl wasn't doing well and was on life support, beeps and buzzers replaced the chirping of birds and the sound of playing. We arrived at the hospital and sure enough, the little girl in question was none other than my little brothers tormentor. My little brother, knowing who it was, remained quiet, extending his regret to her parents, telling them he hoped she recovered from this unfortunate illness. I felt a tear come to my eye, knowing well what he had gone through. I watched this gentle little man give freely of his heart, showing genuine concern for someone that had treated him so badly. This little girl, hooked up to tubes and machines that kept her alive, showed no emotion...she probably couldn't, but I knew her family appreciated my little brothers words.

My mother, also a very kind heart told me to pay my respects. I approached the family and extended my grief for their daughters condition and wished her a speedy recovery. Smiles were exchanged and all was well. My mother said we'd be leaving soon and we'd visit Coco's, a local eatery for lunch. I was hungry, as young boys often are and asked if I might have a piece of candy that sat on the table next to the hospital bed, left by some well wishers. My mother said no, that candy wasn't a proper lunch and after all, the candy didn't belong to me, it belonged to the little girl.

We stayed longer than anticipated. I considered taking this little girl in conversation, hoping maybe I could take her mind off of things, but that wouldn't work. She was in and out of consciousness. My stomach was gurgling and when I get hungry, I get a tad angry..,.something that plagues me even now. So I just sat and waited, doing my best to hide the sound that emanated from my stomach. The adults left and started into the hall, engaging each other in conversation. I sat in the corner of the hospital room....hungry, looking at my little brother sitting across from me, still the weak and sensitive kid he'd always been. Minutes passed, memories returned of times past. I reflected on how life can be so fragile, how difficult it is to forgive, how my little brother had grown into such a nice young man despite what he had gone through. I was proud of him, my little buttwheezing chimpanzee. I loved him so.

So I grabbed the candy, unplugged the little bitches life support and threw her the fking bird....calling her a little fkng c**t....ran to the car and ate her fking candy with a fkng smile on my face....the little bitch.

The little c**t survived...remained a little bitch afterward...and in the Junior year of HS, she again developed a heart condition, resulting in numerous hospital stays. One evening, I went to her house and shit on the hood of her car, pissed in her gas tank and left a Baby Ruth candy bar under the windshield wiper with a note that said "Get Well Soon Ya Skanky Little Two-Bit Whore"...

Fck with mine and I'll fck with yours....forgiveness and understanding my ass.


Have a wonderful day and much love...

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