I have sometimes been careless and unaware of the consequences of my behavior.
For example: At the age of 6, or 7, I hit my best friend, and next door neighbor with a souvenir baseball bat as I was practicing a major league swing and left before I saw him get back up.
The fact that I was given many chances in life didn’t seem to matter. Everytime I made progress, someone, or something stood in the way of my progress. Perhaps because I didn't really know what happened, and did little or nothing to correct what they believed was a problem, I was expected to amend behavior I was unaware of.
Here's what happened next:
(Social Network Confrontation)
And, when my mother found a new home for us, rather than being grateful for the fresh start, I focused my attention on how I would be able to best the new man in her life because I couldn't compete with the little guy. He was strong, and I couldn’t admit the fact that there was nothing I could do about it.
I've always believed in being good and doing right, but I was not prepared to deal with evil or vengeance until I encountered it in my own life, and by then, I needed help.
Perhaps it was my innocence that failed me! I had no intention to hurt my best friend, and for that reason would not, or could not recognize or understand retaliation in the matter, but because his family name, like mine, had connotations that might refer to us as leaky, or unpredictable representations of ‘His Word’, I try to understand what happened from His point of view.