The Postsecret That Changed My Life

One day I will meet you, and I will be able to say that although I hadn't known you until that point, I loved you still. I loved you so much, that I waited for you. I hope that you are waiting for me too.

Believe II

Believe

It's been over a year. I thought I'd forgotten what happened. I thought that if I just pretended it didn't happen then I'd be okay. Instead it ate me alive inside for a year- to the day. A year to the day after it happened I performed again, a different show. This time I was the soloist. In that solo, I told my entire story. I cried like a child when it was over. I thought that it was finally over. So I shoved the horrid memories to the back of my mind. I decided I'd never tell another soul what happened to me that night. But skeletons in closets have a way to reappear as ghosts to haunt you until the day you die until you face it and eventually accept that what happened happened. And eventually... Forgive him for what he did. That will probably take more than anything has ever taken before. I have forgiven everybody except him. He doesn't deserve forgiveness but if I don't then it will haunt me and I will rot slowly inside with the righteous hate I feel toward him. The way my stomach churns at thoughts of him... Oh God, my God... Please help me to forgive and heal these wounds.

Tragedy

This is why I do not drink.
This is why I will wear a watch from now on.
3 guys.
One back on military leave.
They'd been drinking and they were on their way back home. They're stopped because of a train going by. Well one guy has to pee so he gets out, the driver, the one on military leave, laughs for a bit then he opens the door, puts one foot out of the car, and leans his head out and tells his friend to get back in the car cause he could get arrested for indecent exposure and such. Well they're talking and laughin and the car begins to go forward. The driver, who is drunk, accidentally hits the clutch instead of the brake. At the same time, the boy in front of the car runs in front of the car to push it back to stop it from hitting the train.
Boom.
Dead.
Hit by the train.
Gone.
Brain matter is everywhere.
And along the tracks,
shining in the moonlight,
pieces of his watch.
Smashed by the train.
It will tick no more.
He will breathe no more.
Tragedy.
I will wear a watch from now on to remind me of the reasons I do not drink, and in honor of the driver, who must live with those images forever etched in his memory, and the victim. If anyone asks me why I wear a watch, this is what I'll tell them.
Tragedy.

My Dad, My Past, My Faith

So my dad's a minister.
So I grew up in the church.
So I hated it.
Until
recently.
Refound my faith.
A life without Jesus is no life at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
God is love in it's purest form.