Sometimes you can’t go home
Most all of the values instilled in me were a derivative of one simple Golden Rule -
“treat others the way you want to be treated”…
Other words I was taught to live by -
Keep your word - sometimes it’s all you have to give.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Most everyone has good in them, look for it.
Always remember - there but for the grace of God goes you.
Compassion.
Empathy.
Don’t adopt the opinions of others, form your own through experience and interaction.
“…honesty, integrity, forgiveness, faith, honor, and love.“ I always thought those words described my grandparents - both of them. I thought all those “words to live by” were mantras both of them lived by. The amount of respect and pride I held for them was enormous - iconic almost.
I’ve never felt so let down or disappointed in someone as I am by my grandpa right now.
I gave him my word that as long as he’s alive, I won’t take Hannah away from here. Were it not for that, I’d be house shopping in Wichita Falls right now.
I’ll honor my promise and stay in this area, but I can’t stay here, in this house, on his land. I’m not even sure anymore if this is where I want to spend the rest of my life as I’d planned.
For 4 1/2 years I’ve lived to show him I can become a better person, someone he can respect and be proud of.
The reality is, in his eyes, I will always be the mistakes I’ve made.
I guess you can’t always “go home.”
