DO GOOD to people who hate you
To those who hated me out of my first job:
You don’t see me. I don’t exist to you. If you were to see me as someone who has feelings and a beating heart, then you would also see that you treated me like I was less than human.
A woman in the news last year lives next door to the man convicted of killing her only child. She began to visit the killer in prison. Now that he’s out, they attend church together and treat each other like mother and son. Can you believe that? He killed her only child. He took away the most precious part of her life. Now she calls this man “son.”
I used to dream that you were trying to kill me. A few times it was with the chainsaw we used to cut through roofs. Once it was with the butter knife I used to cut the chief’s birthday cake. I felt myself trying to breathe through the pain of dying.
Later I had the same dream except it ended differently. You came at me with the chain saw. I could hear it growl. I could see the blade spin. But I reached up and put my hand through it like it was smoke — like it had no substance.
Then I hugged you. It was specifically one of you, but somehow all of you at the same time. I saw you as beautiful. I saw you as blameless, harmless, innocent and whole. I saw you as God sees you.
Even though you didn’t literally kill someone, some could say you killed my innocence. But no one has that power. And now it doesn’t matter what you need. I would give you my last dollar, the shirt off my back. You are my brothers and I love you.
Ali Warren, June 2012
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