I believe in forgiveness. I’m sure that everyone of us has done something, and sometimes we get forgiven and sometimes we don’t. And im sure that if we didn’t get forgiven that it probably didn’t make us feel so great. But then when you do get that chance to be forgiven, then it feels good. But then there are those times when someone does something to do, and then might ask you for forgiveness and well, you don’t forgive them. And with the experience of not being able to be forgiven, then you know how you are making that person feel.
Well, I’ve been forgiven, and im sure that’s why I choose to forgive. Now im not writing this to tell everyone to forgive and forget, but still you should at least take it into consideration.
With my story, I was about 1 and a half when my parents got a divorce. Now I live with my mom, step dad, little sister and little brother, in Oklahoma, my real dad lives in Illinois with his wife and their kids. Well when I’ve asked my mom about it she always told me that my dad started drinking when he was younger. He was involved in an accident when he was about 17, his friend was in the front seat and her boyfriend was in the back. They were leaving from a party, and they had been drinking, well to make it short, they ran into a pole, and he killed her. But once I was old enough to start understanding was alcoholism was, I started to pull myself away from my dad, and now I go fewer and fewer times a year to see him. I used to go every summer, every Christmas, and now I haven’t seen him in 2 years. I only talk to him when he calls, and well let me tell you that its not very often. Finally one day I got the courage to call him up, it was something I had had on my mind for awhile, I decided to tell him what I thought about his drinking. The phone conversation went on for about 2 hours. I just told him how I thought that he should quite, and that its not helping him at all, all it does is make him more depressed and then that just makes him drink even more. I told him that him drinking was not helping his relationship with his daughter or the rest of his family, he told me that he understood all that and then he tried to explain to me how it wasn’t easy. I understand all that and at the same time I thought it would make it a little easier if he understood that it would help his relationship with me, and well, it’s in progress. It’s been about a year since that conversation, and I still haven’t seen him. But im hoping that someday, he will forgive himself for doing what he’s done, and then realize that I have forgiven him. And that’s why I believe in forgiveness
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