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I have been accused of many things, of being a dreamer, a fool, an enabler, a loser, and a coward. I know I give people many reasons to brand me with those titles . The choices I make or don't make at time are irrational. But the reasons for many of my decisions are that I find it hard to believe that people would do things to hurt themselves or other people. Perhaps my flaw lies in that I believe in the good of people. Perhaps I am a quixotic dreamer. And if I am I pray that on the day I die I be surround by those I loved and those who loved me. And on the day I die I pray that I be forgiven for not loving hard enough.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Family

  Its a daunting task to tranverse family history for seldom is it circular, that is , in the sense of a complete story. I suspect I will be chasten for telling the truth as I saw it. The alternative would be the silences of a lie that reinforces a system of illusions and does not call for a change when needed. With a heavy heart of knowing I am going to unveil the fragilities of men and women whose blood I share I write this  piece. With the joy that I will understand the family members who have been set free with the truth I write this piece.  
For family history should reflect a reality, it should unveil the cruelties of life without destroying its members, for only then can the healing start. Only then can we understand the struggles and triumphs of those who have gone before us and give reason for their action.
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