Our past refines us, but does not define who we are. We all can make make poor choices The timing of everything is divine and can devastate life as we know it. Be strong and know there is a plan in place and it doesn’t have to be ours.
When my alcoholism was at an all time high, there had to be someone watching me because I couldn’t. We lived in a two story home with two steep staircases and I fell down those stairs head first, many a time. The landing was ceramic tile and I may have been bent from it but not broken.
Bad things can happen from the choices we make. I chose to try and navigate the stairs when I knowingly had too much to drink. Even though I woke up sore and bruised and sometimes on the floor instead of the bed, God was watching. This thing called ‘free will’ will can be really painful.
A lot of my friends don’t know I am a recovering alcoholic. To look at me you would never know. I choose to share it in hopes of helping others. It’s been almost 17 years since I had a glass of Chardonnay and I have no desire for it today. God completely removed my craving in an instant.
So what about the people who don’t get to hide it. The media feeds off negativity and digs up every ounce of dirt they can get away with. I’m guilty of reading those magazine covers while waiting in line at the store. It’s our choice to believe what we read and we are not supposed to judge.
What we read is one person’s side of the story. Just like these Blogs are my perspective and you can choose whether to believe it or not. There is always more sides to the story if it involves people and not just thought. I rarely name people, except Mr. Smith, but there are a lot of Smith’s.
There is only one Mr. Smith that I know and love, but he has a past. Some of it has been documented for people to see and they enjoy showing me. There are many sides to the stories of his past, but only one that I choose to believe. Years of best intentions gone bad and he has paid a huge price.
The man he is today reflects everything he has gone through. He has the tattoo running down his spine as a reminder of his pain. About a year ago I chose a title for a book I am slowly working on. Getting to know Mr. Smith, he told me about his past. He sent me a picture of the tattoo and it shocked me beyond belief. The words that were written is the title of my book. The man he is today is not his past but people will not let it go. The past made him bent not broken.