When I was a little boy, it was a given that you would go to church on Sunday with your Granny.
My mom wouldn’t go because she was on dope.
My Dad wouldn’t go because he was greater than God and knew that all the other people that attended church were delusional and culls. They were all stupider than him and he couldn’t tolerate their presence.
I look back at it now and pity them.
I have a lot of issues with my parents; or “used to” I guess I should say, now.
The thing about them was that they were products of their own upbringing…and the products of the products of their parent’s upbringing, so on and so on.
They turned out the way they had because of how THEY were raised.
A lot of tree-hugging/psycho-babble people out there believe that you can overcome your upbringing and endeavor…
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Carte Blanche by Amelia Curzon 
Wow, I’m not sure what to say about this man’s story. There were some great images and expressions in his tale, but the hurts he’d experiences were almost overwhelming. He touched on some universalities in emotions and relationships and what he felt the reader felt too. Perhaps the fact that it described some of my own dark tunnels made ithard to read through at times. But that he worked through all of it, like many of us, and found the grace for forgiveness is a great testimony. But then Jesus is a great example and teacher of forgiveness. It was definitely a very thought provoking read. Blessings, Natalie
I agree, Natalie. I reblogged this because I thought it was so moving. A wonderful post. I am always amazed how brave some people are when addressing their darker moments in life and then having the courage to share. Thank you for your visit 🙂