When I was a child, my father was a very religious man. We moved quite a lot and I became accustomed to making friends everywhere I went.
I was naive to the world and believed all wished me well. I guess I was in the 1st grade and we had moved out west and lived right next to a school. I still can remember the hummingbirds, God were they neat to watch.
At any rate, one day I went to the play ground to play some tether ball and while I was playing with my new friend he started saying Fxxk. I think most people get the idea of the word I am referring to.
I asked him what it meant and he looked at me and laughed and asked, you don't know? I said no and then a few of the kids came around and started saying that it is something your Dad loves to do.
They told me to go to my dad and to say, dad you are a mother Fuxker. Well I did not know what to think about it but decided I would go home and get something to eat.
When I walked through the door I saw my dad sitting in his chair and asked him what does the word FuxK mean? He jumped up and grabbed me by my hair and started beating me up pretty something fierce. My mom came out of the bed room and pulled my dad off me because my nose was bleeding pretty bad and my lip was badly cut up.
He had me go in the bed room and start praying for God to forgive me for what I had just done and told me I was going to hell if I didn't.
Well heck, I didn't want God to be mad at me and send me to Hell so I remember getting on my knees and praying to God to forgive me. I prayed as if God was in that very room and asked him to forgive me.
I don't remember why but I started praying that if God was going to send my dad to hell to send me in his place. It is funny how little children think.
It was the first time that I looked at my dad differently. I felt I could not no longer trust him to protect me. It is funny how we remember things that happened so long ago, yet seem like they just happened yesterday.
I look at my child and watch her smile and ponder, how can a parent not show love and compassion to their own child? I am sure my father did the best he knew but what a way to be taught a lesson about God.
Yep, I would have to say that this was my first time I was let down by my dad.
I was naive to the world and believed all wished me well. I guess I was in the 1st grade and we had moved out west and lived right next to a school. I still can remember the hummingbirds, God were they neat to watch.
At any rate, one day I went to the play ground to play some tether ball and while I was playing with my new friend he started saying Fxxk. I think most people get the idea of the word I am referring to.
I asked him what it meant and he looked at me and laughed and asked, you don't know? I said no and then a few of the kids came around and started saying that it is something your Dad loves to do.
They told me to go to my dad and to say, dad you are a mother Fuxker. Well I did not know what to think about it but decided I would go home and get something to eat.
When I walked through the door I saw my dad sitting in his chair and asked him what does the word FuxK mean? He jumped up and grabbed me by my hair and started beating me up pretty something fierce. My mom came out of the bed room and pulled my dad off me because my nose was bleeding pretty bad and my lip was badly cut up.
He had me go in the bed room and start praying for God to forgive me for what I had just done and told me I was going to hell if I didn't.
Well heck, I didn't want God to be mad at me and send me to Hell so I remember getting on my knees and praying to God to forgive me. I prayed as if God was in that very room and asked him to forgive me.
I don't remember why but I started praying that if God was going to send my dad to hell to send me in his place. It is funny how little children think.
It was the first time that I looked at my dad differently. I felt I could not no longer trust him to protect me. It is funny how we remember things that happened so long ago, yet seem like they just happened yesterday.
I look at my child and watch her smile and ponder, how can a parent not show love and compassion to their own child? I am sure my father did the best he knew but what a way to be taught a lesson about God.
Yep, I would have to say that this was my first time I was let down by my dad.
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