When I was 9/10 years old, we lived in Jacksonville, FL temporarily while my dad was serving our country in Saudi Arabia. My mother’s mother lived there so that was our safe place while Daddy was away.
Let me tell you how hurt can follow you and set the tone…
Across the street in FL, lived this boy named Chris. We were the same age. He was my friend. We walked to school together (it was just around the corner) we had each other’s back. Buddies.
One day he pledged his “like” for me with a bracelet. Where this child got some money from is beyond me, Honey. LOL.
One day, we were getting ready to walk home from school but were joking around with some other friends. I had a freshly thin-scabbed, nasty wound on my leg (which I still have the scar to this day.)
Playing around, showing off in front of friends, Chris fooled around and kicked me in the exact spot of my freshly scabbed wound. It hurt so bad, I felt like I was dying. The entire scab that had grown over the spot was completely gone showing white meat. I ran home crying.
Chris came over trying to talk to me through my grandmother’s screened porch, but I was so hurt. Only physically. I didn’t understand emotions properly at this age.
I was so hurt that I threw the bracelet he gotten me out of the porch and never wanted to see/talk to him again.
I was hurt.
See…
This is what pain in any aspect can do. Whether it be physically, emotionally, mentally…
You have to be very careful with how you handle another human being. I was a mere 9/10 year old but was already capable to experience hurt.
That childhood experience inadvertently began the journey of who I am today. Simple child’s play taught me that if something hurts me bad enough, I can’t stay.
Guard your heart.
Until Next Time…
-Alex
