Broken promise
There is nothing like a broken promise. I grew up with a father who broke many promises. The most recent was not attending my college graduation. As happy as I was to be graduating from college when I looked into the crowd as I crossed the stage and didn’t see him my heart broke. There many ppl including some of sorority sisters that I expected to be there. There were two of them and my mother and brother. When I look back on one of the most important days of my life I try and remember and appreciate who was there. In growing and forgiving I have to let go of the pain in my past. I don’t make a promise I want keep. Because I know what it feels like to have and set high expectations for people only to end up hurt. With this blog post I am letting it go. I have to focus on my future and how I can help encourage and mentor youngsters into looking past what they don’t have and appreciating everything they do have. my heart feels lighter my eyes are filled with tears but the idea that if I let these things go I can appreciate all of the people I can call on and rely on in the darkest hours. Ok that was really a lot. People think I am shy or quiet but I just observe and take in everything. I may not remember names but I remember moments and how I felt and how the ppl around me made me feel.
