philbymon wrote:
Perhaps he's afraid that his kids will learn more than he did...
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He doesn't even have a horse in this race, but he desparately wants to ride...
Your statements absolutely break my heart Phil.
You really have no understanding of me as a person, and particularly my heart. I will have to take some time to see whether that is my fault or not.
As to my kids (3 step kids, none of my own) my deepest desire, is that they live BETTER LIVES than me. That they are BETTER PEOPLE, BETTER SPOUSES, BETTER NEIGHBORS, and also that they are MORE SUCCESSFUL in life than me.
My "horse" in this race, is firstly, that MY KIDS, have to endure the school system, and the brutality of kids today. My kids know how to fight, and they are stronger and can hit harder than many 20 year olds I know. After I taught them how to punch, to maximize the force of it, and how to get their body weight into it, we went to go bowling a few weeks later. They had been practicing what I showed them at home. There happened to be a machine there, a game, that measured punching power. They begged me to play it, so I gave them a handful of quarters. I watched from the side, as they not only wiped the floor with the other kids there, but then some 20 and 25 year olds, came up, and challenged them, and they wiped the floor with them too, with the friends of those adults, laughing their asses off, when time and time again, no matter how they tried, they could not top my kids scores.
But the problem is, that I also teach them NOT TO FIGHT!
I teach them that fighting is an ABSOLUTE last resort, for self defense, of the defense of another ONLY.
It is almost like throwing them to the wolves.
On occasions, especially the older son, has had GANGS, attack him in the restrooms, with 4 or 5 kids beating on him... several holding him, while the others delivered blows, or stuck him pens or pencils. He is further targeted, because I have instructed him to report when other kids make threats and have brought weapons to school.
So, my kids alone, give me a "horse" in this race.
But even beyond that, I CARE DEEPLY ABOUT HUMANITY itself. As if they were my own family.... AND THEY ARE! I care about suffering in the world, I care about broken hearts, and broken relationships. I care about people dying unnecessarily, living under tyranny, children who are starving or malnourished.
I care about YOU, more than you seem to understand.
God has given me a deep heart for the suffering of others.
I have had this since childhood.
When I was 12. My step father beat me often, because I was rebellious, but also just for a look, no matter whether I was even aware that I had such a look on my face.
When he left my mother, it was the HAPPIEST day of my life. I knew the beatings would end, and I would get my mother back, who had fallen under his spell... his psychological manipulations.
But after I had heard this wonderful news, I saw tears welling up in my mother's eyes, as she told me. She was devastated.
I gave her a hug, and told her everything would be ok.
And I drew a deep breath, went into the other room, picked up the telephone, and with everything I could muster, I literally BEGGED for this man to return to our family.
I knew what it meant to my life. I knew I would be beaten and psychologically abused again. I knew I would lose my mother again. And I knew that if I begged him, he would return.
Knowing all that, I still called, and readied myself for what I knew would be 6 MORE YEARS of it, if he stayed until I was legally allowed to free myself from it at 18.
He
did return.
I
did endure it for 6 more years.
And shortly after my 18th birthday, I left in the middle of the night, without telling anyone, and with only my driver's license.
I know as an adult, that bringing him back was not the best thing. But as a child, all that mattered was ending someone else's sadness, despite what it would cost me personally.
I have
ALWAYS been able to endure suffering personally, to relieve the suffering of others.
The heart I had at 12, has increased and not diminished, as I have learned that I can suffer more than I thought possible. Many people have hurt me, and taken advantage of my heart, but countless others, have learned something, been helped, and found their way out of the darkness they were in, because I cared enough to do something for them.
Complete strangers tell me the most personal things about their lives, and then say... "I just met you, I can't believe I told you all these things!" But I care. I give them whatever help I can, even if it is just advice, a better way of looking at the situation, strategies for fixing it, or whatever.
God has owned my heart for a VERY LONG TIME now.
I feel disappointed, and even ashamed personally, that you see me as someone so petty, that they would compete with their own children over their own development, and that you see me as someone who is so petty, that they would argue merely for the sake of arguing.... that I am so unconcerned about what the truth really is, that I would stop at nothing, to win an argument, just to "appear" smart or be the "winner".
No one "wins" when the truth gets covered up by selfish motives, or stubborn hearts and minds. I never cheated at games, not even when I was a child. In my heart, I knew that it wasn't true... that it was a lie... I could make people "THINK" I won, but in my heart, would know that it was a lie... that I didn't truly win... just made it LOOK like I did. I would have been cheating someone else out of their victory, and I would be cheating myself by compromising the truth, for the praise of others... an UNDESERVED praise... so I never did it... NOT EVEN ONCE.
What I really am, I fear, doesn't really matter to you. You carry deep burdens from your own life, and the profound mistakes you have made. It is very hard for you to assess your own faults accurately, and you play games with the truth, to avoid guilt, and to maintain the WALLS you have erected in your soul. You are older now, and you are, in very small ways, attempting to correct "some" of this, and perhaps your foray into Buddhism is the first step in that process. I hope so. Because you are a very wounded individual, but you have also wounded others greatly... those who should have been MOST IMPORTANT in your life. Because of the injustices inflicted upon YOU, you have played around with your own sense of blame and guilt... you have JUSTIFIED many evils in your life as a result.
But you can NEVER justify your own actions, by the actions of others.
Right will ALWAYS be right. Wrong will ALWAYS be wrong.
But God knows the difficulty you have had in dealing with your life, and the relationships in your life, and He still LOVES you, and BELIEVES that you can be a force for good, despite decades of mistakes. He cares more about what you can accomplish in your own life, and in the lives of others, FROM HERE ON OUT, than He does about what came before. There is no repairing the past. Only finding a better future.
I feel God's compassion towards you, and I know that you don't feel you deserve compassion. But He "DOES" have compassion for you, in spite of what you have done (which He hasn't told me). And because I feel God's love for you, it makes me love you, and worry about your life.
God has a horse in EVERY race, that involves those He loves... his children.
And God's love flowing through me, gives my heart a horse... even in YOUR race. You can prevent my love and concern accomplishing anything for you in life, but you CANNOT stop me from feeling the love and concern. I am too connected to God. It is very difficult for me to feel something against someone, when I feel His own heart toward that person.
I wish you knew me better.
But it may not matter.
I think this is more about YOU, than about ME.
Hundreds of others, testifying how my love has impacted their lives, is meaningless, to a life that has fought so hard to believe what it "CHOOSES" to believe, to protect themselves from the pain of the real truth.
I have shared my own faults here publicly.
Like everyone, I make mistakes, even of the heart. I would not have shared them, if I worried so much about how I "looked" or if I had some need to appear more than I am. I learned along time ago, that the first step toward "truth" was an honest assessment of MYSELF.
All I "do" hope for, is to be understood as a person who "cares" about others, and who "tries" the best he can, to WORK at being the person my heart hopes I will be some day.