Dad

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Dad,

     You didn't mean to, but you terrified me as a child. Not in who you are or what you did, but through your words. It wasn't in the sense of threatening to abuse me, verbally harass me, emotionally harm or intentionally neglect me. It was in the joking. I didn't know you were joking sometimes, and I took your wording seriously.
     I was afraid. I remember being scared of the following things, but you never knew:

  • That you would make us go over a dam in the canoe
  • That I had to finish things that I started
  • That you would be disappointed when I quit volleyball
  • That you would allow doctors to hurt and scare me
  • That you loved Quin more
  • That you would tell your coworkers secrets about me
  • That you would tell my private information to the relatives
  • Having to touch something dirty or dangerous
  • Getting hurt by sporting equipment
  • Not feeling protected
  • Being left home alone when I wasn't ready for that
     I'm sure there are more, and probably a majority of them are about being put in physical danger or harm at your hand. I own up to my own faults and detriments of being too preoccupied and obsessed with fretting danger and harm. I know you never meant to scare me with most of these things, but I was petrified. I'm hoping that typing this out will bring about healing in my life.

Al


I started this blog as a memoir to share some of my life stories with you. My goal is that these encourage and educate you on how to live a more joyful, healthier, full life; one of hope.
I write about my fascination with whole foods, my love of Jesus, my struggles, my childhood stories, my passion for education, and my devotion to creating a healthy life (body, mind, and spirit) for every person in the world.

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