I believe that some people are evil or at least choose to not be good. I know that is a very sad outlook on life, but it’s the truth as I see it. If you expect people to act one way and they do, 90% of the time, is it a stereotype or a fact? I am not racist. I am not prejudice. I just believe the worst of people, most of the time.
When you believe the worst of someone its hard to get dissapointed. Therefore your perception of them can only get better. Though they cant do much worse than absolute evil.
How did I get so bitter and such a young cynic? Well one beautiful day sun shining day, I lost my innocence about the good intentions people. In fact, as it turned out It was the worst day of my life. That was the day my father said he didn’t want to see me any more and that his other family mattered to him more. That was the my mother, four brothers and sister lost our home. That was the day no one from my mothers family would take us in because they didn’t want someone else with their children in their home.
I have never forgiven my aunts and uncles for their callus disregard of my family. I have never made peace with my father, even when I had to serve in the miltary under him. I now harbor anger toward my own mother for allowing this to happen to me and my siblings. We had to leave everything behind which I later found out was just thrown out with the trash, just like we were. It became the basis of how I treat them and anyone else that I give one chance to prove themselves a reliable, good person.
Since that time I have learned time and time again people will let you down if you allow them to. So I don’t allow it to happen.
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