After discussing this blog section with my wife; of course after I published it, because far be it from me to have her proof it first. She said that she didn’t recall hearing this story before. As I retold it she heard me share new material and what’s more, I think she heard the anguish and shame, and utter self loathing for what I had done, and what I hadn’t done. Speaking of which, I realized that I had never asked for God’s forgiveness for this and upon that self-realization – I immediately did so. My only rationale for such a lapse in memory is that day was a record low in my life. Low enough that I had suppressed that memory for some time and unfortunately it had to rise again because its another piece of the puzzle of me (hmm…..me a puzzle…that opens a whole new door). What’s important to note is that sorry day was an object lesson, but not the kind you’d normally define. It was a lesson in how ‘men’ so easily look and use a woman as an object. That poor lady needed our help, and all she got was abuse. Yes, she was asking for ‘it’ in a sad way, but should you always give someone what they ask for? Isn’t better to give them what they desperately need? I didn’t mention that she passed out during their repeated assaults, but that didn’t stop them. When they were done and she regained consciousness, she was a bit more sober and a lot more angry. She wanted help again of a different sort; i.e., money for bus fare home. The boys laughed at her and kicked her out of the room. I think and I hope, that I’m accurately remembering that I gave her what money I had left in my pocket, but I didn’t give her an apology or acknowledgement of what she had suffered.
On to Deployment.
Or back to the previous blog Blue Water Train.
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