This Guy I Know

There's this guy I know from long ago and his soul was never one to love, he was as mean as people could get. I knew him the day he held my brothers as his sister tried beating me up.

I hated him then, most of all, and thought I could never be revived from my deepest feelings of rage. But that was third grade and long ago, when I didn't know much about how the world worked. Much less the people inside it.

Today I came home with a smile on my face, thinking of everything that happened. It disappeared when I heard the news: this guy I knew from long ago was dying. He's younger than me, just a young boy with so much to learn. His heart is failing already, but I have this feeling inside me...

The feeling of worry, love, and sympathy. No matter how much I think I hate someone, we're all human and he has a purpose in this world. Why won't God just let him live it a little longer?

I wish I could save him from the pain and the suffering because no one deserves to go out like that when all they did in life was be an ass. People learn, so my parents tell me. And I certainly know how they change...

My dad has come so far in this world. Especially after all he's been through! And my mom, as well. No matter how much trouble she still gets herself into, she's changing right now and becoming the better person I know she's been all along.

So, my enemy from long ago, I will hold hope in my heart and tears in my eyes. Even if you hate me, I will remember your cheeky smile and freckles. Stay strong!

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  • Rosemary silver member
    July 18
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    That was kind

    I think you just elevated yourself by forgiving someone else. I know you your good thoughts will help him until he goes into the light.

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