Post by reaperreborn on Jun 22, 2022 11:34:16 GMT -5
20 years ago I found myself as a carefree, young man. Times were so much simpler....or so I thought.
And although my family was a well educated and well respected group, whom were employed as teachers and principles, I chose a different path. They prepped me and pressured me to become a Rhodes Scholar, or a doctor, or a lawyer, or anything that....in their eyes...would not bring shame to the family name.
They often asked me if I had any plans on following in my father's footsteps....to let them know immediately....so that they may beat it out of me. Needless to say, my father was the black sheep of the family.
So I went along with these injustices. I grew up in a mold of their creation. Until I turned 18 years old.
Then in a blink of an eye...I left. Left them all and turned my back on them. For the next 10 years I never once spoke a word to any of them, not even my beloved grandmother, who raised me since I was 2 weeks old.
Time went on and on. And my inhibitions became less and less. That is until one day I was caught. Caught breaking the law. Then I broke another law...and another...and another.
Felony after felony after felony.
As you might have guessed, I did time behind bars. Alot of time.
And so as my incarceration ensued, I began my road to redemption. Walking a path that would, hopefully, lead me to whom I was before. A law abiding person with respect to family and life and law.
And so here I am 7 years later. Clean as a whistle...as they say.
And yet...
Those poor choices I made then still haunt and impede me to this day. Those choices are brought up by those whom I wish to be a part of. They seem to judge me for who I was...and not for who I am or can be.
The only choice I regret now is the bad one...the bad choice....hell...all the bad choices.
Just like you Rumpke...your choice to step into the ring with me will be most regrettable to you.
REAPER OUT
And although my family was a well educated and well respected group, whom were employed as teachers and principles, I chose a different path. They prepped me and pressured me to become a Rhodes Scholar, or a doctor, or a lawyer, or anything that....in their eyes...would not bring shame to the family name.
They often asked me if I had any plans on following in my father's footsteps....to let them know immediately....so that they may beat it out of me. Needless to say, my father was the black sheep of the family.
So I went along with these injustices. I grew up in a mold of their creation. Until I turned 18 years old.
Then in a blink of an eye...I left. Left them all and turned my back on them. For the next 10 years I never once spoke a word to any of them, not even my beloved grandmother, who raised me since I was 2 weeks old.
Time went on and on. And my inhibitions became less and less. That is until one day I was caught. Caught breaking the law. Then I broke another law...and another...and another.
Felony after felony after felony.
As you might have guessed, I did time behind bars. Alot of time.
And so as my incarceration ensued, I began my road to redemption. Walking a path that would, hopefully, lead me to whom I was before. A law abiding person with respect to family and life and law.
And so here I am 7 years later. Clean as a whistle...as they say.
And yet...
Those poor choices I made then still haunt and impede me to this day. Those choices are brought up by those whom I wish to be a part of. They seem to judge me for who I was...and not for who I am or can be.
The only choice I regret now is the bad one...the bad choice....hell...all the bad choices.
Just like you Rumpke...your choice to step into the ring with me will be most regrettable to you.
REAPER OUT
