I've shared recently, that I have been Truly puzzled why my Saint of a dad didn't have me killed. I mean it.
Today, my Birthday Month, an acquaintance from high school, said 'happy bday.' I replied how kind I found him. He replied instantly, that he found me kind, when he needed it. That in fact, 'made an impact on' his life.
His reply to my comment he was kind: "as
you were !!! i was heavily bullied in High School --cuz i was a nerd
but you were always friendly and fair to me ---never forgot that ..made
an impact on my life actually !!!
I replied: "Truly, I have no idea why my dad, the kindest, most Loving human I've ever known, I don't know why he didn't have me killed.
I'm not kidding. I feel no guilt, I did the best I knew (inescapable,
for all of us), but oh God, I cringe at my total uselessness, total
self-absorption by any and all earthly scales. But Friend, maybe you
just gave me an insight into why he didn't have me put to death, but
rather lavished unconditional love on me I've found incomprehensible to
this very moment. Maybe he saw that at times, massively rare tho they
could be, I could be genuinely 'good,' I could be genuinely 'kind.' Truly, what you just
shared is quite valuable to me, a 'key' to my past, and my dad, that I'd
been missing. Be well friend. Loving
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