yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A tribute I got lectured for three hours yesterday over a Turkey Avocado Croissant. I loved it. The lecture I mean. The croissant was tasty. See, P. came into my life at a particularly sensitive time. I was 15 and my Uncle S. (one of five)had driven out from the Land of Oz to the Land of Dixie to pack us up in the middle of the night and escort us home. When we arrived, my mom was depressed, my sister was out of control, my brother was so full of anger nobody could talk to him; and I had wrapped myself into such an enveloping ball of numbness, the only thing I knew for sure was that I would never trust another man as long as I lived. Five years previous my mom had married a man who proceeded to destroy us. Enter P. He went to the same church as we did, and worked with the youth. He started inviting my brother over to play basketball with him and his son. I don't know exactly how, but he gradually worked his way past all of my baby brother's defenses and built a relationship with him. While doing this, he started asking me to help him with special projects (i.e. meetings, a play, ect.) To make a long story short, about three years later I began to trust him (believe me, I didn't make this process easy for him). Over the years he has been a pest, an advisor, an employer, a father... And now he's my friend, and he loves me unconditionally. I think it's one of the best gifts I've ever recieved. 7:56 a.m. - December 10, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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