"Listen to the words that others can't speak; speak the words that others can't hear."

Thursday, June 9, 2011

It is easier to be angry than sad.

I find it interesting that most people have that one story to tell about the first time they learned about the birds and the bees. For most girls it’s an uncomfortable yet intimate conversation with their mom, while guys tend to learn things through their fathers’ use of inanimate objects (i.e. Sticking a plug in an electrical outlet, putting one lego inside the other, etc). I never really experienced that; instead I got a crying mother in my grandparents spare bedroom telling me that “it wasn’t okay” and “this can’t be happening”. Although it may sound like it, I am not drowning in self-pity rather expressing anger in the form of regret. 
Holding back is not going to help my situation, so I am going to come right out and say it: 
When I was very little a neighborhood boy basically tricked me into giving him oral sex by saying that we should play house... “the way the grown ups do it”. 
I wish I could place full blame on this guy, but I cannot bring myself to doing that considering that I never did say ‘no’ to him. I cannot blame myself either because... well, I honestly didn’t know it was wrong. Instead of placing a blame, I get angry. I am angry at myself for being so naive, angry at the guy for hurting me, and angry at the way I dealt with what was happening. My entire life everyone told me that it wasn’t a big deal, it was ‘just a game’... Well, guess what? It was a big deal and no, it was not just a game. No, I did not just forget about it. 
It did and does affect me and I am broken. 
Everything happens for a reason and God does not put anything in our path that we cannot handle. I feel that if this is true then I should not regret anything, but unfortunately I do. I regret a lot, and when I breakdown everything that I regret it all stems back to one thing, sex.
My attitude towards sex was completely misshaped from the very beginning. It is wrong, it is bad, it shouldn’t be done. I was fed lies before even knowing what sex was. I am angry at that fact that I never developed healthy coping mechanisms and am having to teach myself after so many years. I am angry that I destroyed myself in order to realize that what happened was not my fault; the only way to fill the void that I carry within my heart is not through others, but through God and through myself. 
Sex is perhaps the most feared word in the common vocabulary. It is not uncommon for people to avoid sex at all costs. We avoid the subject in schools, at work, with friends and most commonly with our children and families. But why? 
Sex is a part of everything that we do. From feeling a strange a attraction to that ‘mean and gross’ boy in fourth grade gym class to sex ed in high school and shopping with friends. Sex is within us from the moment we are conceived, but for some reason or other it is presented to us negatively from the moment we are born.  
Such a skewed view on the topic leads one to think that sex and God are opposites when in reality they go hand in hand. It can bring two people closer to Him than they have ever been before or tear someone’s soul to shreds. 
I am angry because I am broken. I was hurt before I knew what hurt was and I continued to bring myself down and away from Him. Now that I feel as if I can make the right decisions, that I am clear headed enough to deal with what may come, I feel angry because I don’t have the choice to give myself fully to someone, I made that choice at the wrong time and I can never take that back. 
I am angry because it is easier to be angry than sad. 
I will continue to regret my past and beat myself up for the mistakes that I made and the mistakes that others made for me... I’m just not sure if I will ever feel clean again, pure.  But I know God put someone out there for me that will accept my past and see me through my mistakes. There is someone that will love me and see me everyday as beautiful and clean; someone who will fight for me as hard as I will fight for them to earn our spot in Heaven. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

On the Brink of Hurricane and Harbor

I wrote a story once before. A narrative nonfiction filled with beautiful details about my favorite spot on the beach and the sand, my pen tapping to the beat of the joggers passing by. I say it's beautiful only because my teacher loved it so much that she let me turn it in five times in one year; she gave me a hundred every time, saying it gave her goosebumps. 

Well, turns out that the one detail I remember most about that narrative was the way that I look at the beach. The sand, it holds me up with each grain cleansing me while the shore stands guard with each wave crashing upon my troubles not letting them get to me in time to disturb my thoughts and my writing; all the while I sit patiently under a palm tree. I watch, think and write. 

Just so happens that I haven't been able to do that in three years and the pain of not seeing a beach, a shore or simply something that isn't man made in so long is deteriorating my insides. I crave for something real. 

Around here the only thing that's real is God, but the family says that's it's freaky how much God I crave, so sometimes I settle for the next best thing-- a trail that weaves through and wraps around the city of Plano. 

When I was young, between the ages of 8 and 12, I would ride my bike on the trail for hours and then stop on the way home with the boys (yes, I was a little tomboy) and play in the creek, mud fights and duck calls were all we knew. As I grew older the creek started to look nasty as well as the dirt the boys brought home and the smell that came with it, but I would still spend the day on my bike riding, listening and watching.

Ever since I started working I had less and less time to ride my bike until finally, a few months ago we sold it. That became my excuse for not going on the trail; no bike meant no trail. 

I have an addictive personality. Not like drugs or alcohol, nothing of that sort, but if I like something I need it. I like God, so I need God. Since my love for God is sometimes freaky to people, I try to find ways to see God in things, people, activities, etc. When God is left out of something (for example the parties I get invited to sometimes, the conversations people bring up, the things people do.... you get the point) I tend to back away from those situations. I'm not perfect in ANY way, but I strive to be better every day. 

Anyway, back to the point...The other day I realized that I hadn't gone on the trail in so long, and I felt a need so strong, that I had to do something about it. I took up running. Never in my entire life have I enjoyed running. I am not good at it, and in fact, when I was younger my doctor told me that I couldn't run because of a skipped heart beat. My breathing is heavy from the moment I start and I can barely run for a minute straight. But my addictive personality needed a fix, and that meant I was going to run on the trail. 

First day was no good; it took my brother and I two hours to walk/run three miles, a distance that should take 36 minutes at most. Second day I went alone. It took me a little over an hour to walk/run more or less four miles. Today I went the same distance in about an hour. 

I'm still not good at this whole running thing, but I get back so much more than I give when I go that I can't give up just yet. When I say I'm going on a run, it's always going to mean a walk/run; I still can't run for more than a minute straight, but it feels so good to set a stopping point and see yourself run past it. I tell myself that I am going to "run to [that] tree", as I get near the tree I think that I can run to [that] sign, and as I am passing the sign I think "...if God is able to die on a cross for me, then I am definitely able to run just a little further." Of course, by that time the thought only gets me a few yards further, but at least I keep going. 

I see God when I am on the trail. The trees blow my problems away. The wind and the squirrels sing me a song I can never forget. The pavement is hard under my feet, but protects me from a world I could sink into; it holds me up above the dirt, reminding me that no matter where this trail may take me, the ending is always the same as the beginning.

I have traded my beach for a trail, for now at least, and I couldn't be happier.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I saw a priest one day.

I saw a priest one day,
He seemed kind and touched my heart.
I saw a priest one day,
And since then I am a part.

A part of a community,
One I'll never leave,
Because a priest got to my soul,
And now I do believe.

I saw a priest one day,
His kindness helped me see,
There's more to life than living,
And now I've been set free.

Not once did I converse with him,
No more than short 'hellos',
But his presence helped me feel,
A joy I'd soon let grow.

He is no ordinary pastor,
Not even 'extra' is enough,
He cares, he loves, and shows the way,
He's there when things get rough.

I heard a priest one day,
Speaking to some teens,
He's down to earth, an angel,
Best I've ever seen.

Soon he will be leaving,
A stranger that I love,
I hope he knows we'll miss him,
We pray, but He'll guide him from above.

Father Henry, know that
There's none at all like you,
You showed us all the love of God,
You helped us, kept us true.

Oh, I saw a priest one day,
He seemed kind and touched my heart,
I saw a priest one day,
Because of him I'll never part.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A Not So Invasive Invasion.

     At around midnight on April 17, 1961 the United States finally made its way into the Bay of Pigs on the southern coast of Cuba. At the time, the thought of defeat would not have even crossed anyone’s mind, but looking back on the attempt to overthrow a government as powerful and stubborn as the Communism led by Fidel Castro in Cuba, it was a recipe for disaster. Hypothetically speaking, the Bay of Pigs Invasion should have been a success, in reality, the lack of information obtained by the United States, as well as the placement of the presidential elections quickly led the Invasion on a winding spiral. 
  Above anything else, the changing of President Dwight D. Eisenhower and John F. Kennedy, put the country in a position where they simply were not ready to overthrow an entire government. One year and one month before the invasion was to take place, President Eisenhower sanctioned a document developed by the 5412 Committee, better known as the ‘Special Group’, that organized a plan to overthrow the Castro regime. The plan stated that it would substitute the Castro administration with another more devoted to the actual concerns of the Cuban people and a government more acceptable to the United States in order to avoid the need of future United States’ intervention. Essentially, in order to accomplish such government, the small army needed to generate, assist, and possibly even take direct action, both inside and outside of Cuba; selected groups of Cubans would be trained so that they could be expected to and would take their own initiative, if need be (Glennon and Rhonda). Although once the details of the plan were brought about, it was rejected by the State Department, the Central Intelligence Agency quickly proposed an alternative. Because of the elections, President John F. Kennedy was in charge of approving or disproving the alternate idea. On April 4, 1961 Kennedy approved Operation Zapata, the invasion plan that was thought to have a better course of action since it reduced the number of planes therefore making U.S. involvement less conspicuous. 
  When the plan to overthrow the Communist government first came about everyone involved agreed to deny any involvement or knowledge of the invasion. By the second meeting, when it came time to presenting the supposed ideas to Eisenhower, the group included vice-president “ [Richard] Nixon, Acting Secretary of State Douglas Dillon, the secretaries of Treasury and Defense, Acting Chairman of the JCS Gen. Lyman Lemnitzer, and, for the CIA, [Allen] Dulles and [Richard] Bissell.” During this meeting “Eisenhower approved a budget of some $13 million for the operation ‘as well as the use of Department of Defense personnel and equipment. However, it was specified at the time that no United States military personnel were to be used in a combat status” (Gleijeses 10). With that much governmental support, the Bay of Pigs Invasion had a fighting chance, Eisenhower was all for the invasion and all plans were set; when Kennedy came into the picture, everything seemed to be different. The interviews conducted by Gleijeses showed that Kennedy had more of an undercover approach to the invasion than Eisenhower, “the approved program authorized [them] to support elements in Cuba opposed to the Castro government while making Castro’s downfall to be the result of his own mistakes” (15).   After the Eisenhower’s plans were finalized, the 300 guerrillas trained and the plan was ready for action, Eisenhower seemed to have a successful stratagem, Gleijeses makes it clear that it wasn’t until President-elect John F. Kennedy took office that the invasion turned into a desperate shot in the dark.
  Expecting the people of Cuba to rise against their leader, the United States’ CIA trained a small army of Cuban exiles that reached no more than 1,500 ground forces, that were up against a strong 25,000 trained soldiers, 200,000 militia, and 9,000 armed police (JFK Waits). Since the plan was that the people of Cuba would come together to help defeat their communist leader, Kennedy did not allow for any other back up or air strikes. The article states that “ Kennedy and the CIA leaders in charge of the mission believed that Cuba’s people and its military would spontaneously rise up to help the  exile army overthrow Castro” (JFK Waits). The aforementioned is one of the main reasons the Invasion was unsuccessful, but a well-known fact even more important than that was that “JFK’s decision to cancel air support strike was the main reason for failure” (Rasenberger 480). Although Kennedy’s decision to hold back on military support was well-known, when being put between a sword and a hard place, many believed that the newly elected president would budge. According to Karl Ernest Meyer in The Cuban Invasion, it is unclear whether President Kennedy or CIA Chief Allen Dulles had been alerted that the invasion’s goals were practically unachieveable without U.S. involvement. Partly because of the United State’s non-involvement as well as the unsuccessful uprising of the Cuban people, over one thousand of the exiles were captured and held prisoner (Johnson 9). After more than one year of being captive, all 1,113 of the Cuban exiles were released in exchange for $53 million worth of food and medical supplies raised by private donations throughout the United States (Johnson 10). Although under President Eisenhower’s command the United States at least seemed to have a better chance at overcoming Communism in Cuba, both showed maturity and responsibility in the matter. As stated by Rebecca Friedman in Presidential Studies Quarterly,  “foreign policy decision making is an inherently difficult challenge” (307). Friedman discusses six variables that can be used to determine the success or failure of foreign policy decision making during presidential transitions: national security decision-making structure, availability of information relevant to the substance and history of the crisis and its policy responses, focus of time and resources, relevant campaign commitments, ‘newness’ of the incoming administration, and ‘inheritedness’ of the policy (Friedman 309). Personally, it is a waste of time to attempt to find a blame for the failure of the attempted government overthrow; instead of looking for a fault, the people of both nations should realize that “from this sobering episode [there are] useful lessons for us all to learn... it is clear that the forces of communism are not to be underestimated”  (Explaining the.. 8). Years have been wasted looking for someone to blame when in reality everyone involved is to blame; the presidential switch amidst all the planning and preparations made for a difficult situation and an unsuccessful invasion. 
  Just as important as presidential elections, was the lack of information. Fidel Castro has always been a secretive person, making the world think he can handle the people of an entire country completely on his own. When the CIA began approaching the Cuban exiles and preparing for the invasion, no one really knew exactly what was happening throughout the island. Throughout Gleijeses’ article, “Ships in the Night: The CIA, the White House and the Bay of Pigs”, he states that over the span of interviews, he became “more skeptical of the explanations of the Bay of Pigs that stress the... lack of information about reality in Cuba” (15). Perhaps if the CIA would have collected more information both from the exiles as well as insiders about what exactly was happening in Cuba, the information provided would have helped them devise a plan that was more likely to succeed. Less than twenty-four hours after the ‘battle’, Castro broadcasted a short message on the situation in Cuba, on the morning of April 20, 1961 Castro boasts over the quick victory of Cuba on the United States. It stated that victory was claimed in “less than seventy-two hours” and spoke about a significant defeat of the “United States imperialism”; it asserted that “this be a lesson to the United States to leave [Castro] alone in the future”. This broadcast shows weakness in the United States army not to mention lack of presidential support. Losing the invasion was bad enough, but the shame that followed in addition to the way the United States was portrayed to other countries was perhaps just as bad or worse than the losing itself. 
  According to Victor A. Triay, the three day battle caused 176 Cuban casualties and 4,000 wounded while 118 Americans were killed and 1,202 captured, an astonishing number when considering the size of the armies respectively. The short lived war left a footprint not just in Cuba or the United States, but throughout the entire world also; no one is to with Castro.  Even fifty years after the attempted invasion took place, communism persists in Cuba, and it wasn’t until three years ago that Fidel Castro stepped down and allowed his younger brother to take over. If the presidential elections would have taken place even just months later, then it is conceivable to believe that Cuba may not be a communist country in this day and age, but with the placement of the election falling precisely in the middle of approving, denying, planning and preparing, I believe that the changing of presidents threw everyone involved a curveball that left them no time to change anything around. 
 Works Cited
Explaining the Bay of Pigs Invasion April 20, 1961. Collin College Library. USA Today, 27 Sept. 2010. Web. 26 Mar. 2011. <http://web.ebscohost.com.library.collin.edu/ehost/detail?vid=3>.
Friedman, Rebecca. Crisis Management at the Dead Center: The 1960-1961 Presidential Transition and the Bay of Pigs Fiasco. 2nd ed. Vol. 41. Blackwell. 307-33. Print.
Gleijeses, Piero. "Ships in the Night: The CIA, the White House and the Bay of Pigs." Journal of Latin American Studies 27.1 (1995). Collin College Library. Web. 23 Mar. 2011. <http://www.jstor.org.library.collin.edu/stable/158201?seq=10>.
Glennon, John P. ., and Ronald D. . Landa. "481. Paper Prepared by the 5412 Committee." Foreign Relations of the United States, 1958-1960. Vol. VI. Washington (D.C.): Government Printing Office, 1991. Print.
"JFK Waits for Word on the Bay of Pigs Invasion — History.com This Day in History — 4/17/1961." History.com — History Made Every Day — American & World History. Web. 3 Apr. 2011. <http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/jfk-waits-for-word-on-the-bay-of-pigs-invasion>.
Johnson, Haynes B. The Bay of Pigs; the Leaders' Story of Brigade 2506,. New York: Norton, 1964. Print.
Meyer, Karl Ernest., and Tad Szulc. The Cuban Invasion; the Chronicle of a Disaster,. New York: Praeger, 1962. Print.
Rasenberger, Jim. The Brilliant Disaster: JFK, Castro, and America's Doomed Invasion on Cuba' S Bay of Pigs. Scribner. Academic Complete. Web. 27 Mar. 2011.
Triay, Victor Andres. Bay of Pigs: an Oral History of Brigade 2506. Gainesville: University of Florida, 2001. Print.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Just something Stephanie and I discussed...

I remember when my teacher walked in crying, telling us of that a terrible tragedy had just occurred. She told us that she wasn't allowed to talk to us about it, but that it was extremely important that we get home safely to be with our families, and that we weren't to open the letter she was passing out until we were with our parents. We were dismissed. 

Being curious fourth grade girls, my friends and I opened our letters on the bus ride home. Soon after finding out about the attack, we regretted our infantile decision and were scared to walk from the bus stop home. 

Over the coming days, weeks and eventually years the pictures came and went. Eventually, the War on Terrorism became a surreal annoyance. We knew it was happening but really only paid attention when a friend or family member left or came back from overseas or when a young soldier made headlines. 

Now, nearly ten years later the Mastermind behind this entire scheme is said to be dead. I always felt like it would never happen, not in my lifetime at least. Sure, looking back on it, that thought is ridiculously dumb considering Osama bin Laden's age, but I don't know, it was unexpected to say the least. 

My initial reaction was sheer relief; a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I thought I wouldn't have to worry about anyone else getting hurt or dying overseas, but then I realized how flawed that was. As more and more videos came out last night of Americans celebrating the death of a man, I began to feel sick. An empty feeling came over me and I realized how wrong this was. He was a human being! Who are we to judge what he felt as he took his last breath? 

Bin Laden was a political and religious leader to many. Whether we agree with them or not, many, many people looked up to this man the same way we look up to God's son, Jesus Christ. Sure, this is a crazy comparison to us, but to those who didn't know better and believed Osama was their savior, this comparison may not do them justice. 

Jesus was crucified because he stood up for what He believed to be correct. It's different in this case because Osama took many lives and destroyed thousands of others, but if you look at the big picture, our Savior was killed because others didn't agree with him: we killed Osama because we don't agree with him. Don't pick at the flaws in that comparison, take it for what it is. 

Either way you look at it, it is never okay to rejoice over the death of another person. Rejoice in our great military, in the fact that others won't be dying in Osama's name, and that perhaps some families can find a certain peace, closure even, in his death, but do not rejoice.

He may have been an awful man, but he was a man after all. 

Lord, only You know what this man was feeling; only you know his thoughts and the reasoning behind his actions, his intentions. Tonight, dear Lord, I pray that this man's soul can realize his wrongs. I pray for those who have been suffering for years, for all those involved in 9/11 and for all the men and women who have fought or are currently fighting for this country. May those who need healing and peace find You and in turn find what they have been missing. Amen.


‎"DO NOT gloat when your enemy falls; when he stumbles, do not let your heart rejoice / or the Lord will see and disapprove and turn his wrath away from him." Proverbs24:17-18

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The things I hoped I never would.

It's sick these thoughts that haunt me.
Day and night, night and day
In every way  I can't escape them.

And I fear the explanation,
And I fear this sensation
And I can't bring myself to believe
This is real.

This is real.

It's sick these thoughts that haunt me.
I wish I could escape them.
The things I hoped I never would,
And the things I know I should
I only hope I can't escape them.

This I know is real.

It's real what I saw,
Every time I saw it.
It's real what I felt and did,
Every time I did it.

It's sick these thoughts that haunt me.
And I wish I hadn't
And I wish I had
And I wish I could believe in wishes.

I can't do this any longer.
If it's love, it's love.
If it's not then break it.
If you don't know then you better--

Because this I know is real--

We can't do this for much longer.

And this I know is real.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

God sent me angels.

I'm really not in the mood to be writing for several reasons, but what happened tonight needs to be shared.

After a horrible fight with my parents, specifically my mother, I couldn't take being at home anymore and decided to leave. Leaving is harder now than it was a week ago because I wrecked my car, so I have to rely on carpooling, the parents car or my own two feet. Apparently I was more desperate than I was tired because I decided that walking would be my best option.

I walked to the Starbucks near my house, got a coffee and began to walk. I wasn't sure where I was going, just knew I wasn't going home. After walking about a block in the direction towards the church I started thinking about going there. I asked myself if I could make it home after walking all the way there in the dark. I asked if it was worth the risk of walking alone at night, and finally I began to sing to myself as I cried.

I wanted to hate Him and throw all the anger that I felt towards my parents at Him, but all I could think was "my God is an awesome God He reigns, in Heaven above with wisdom, power and love my God is an awesome God." And I hated that I couldn't get that song out of my head.

As I got closer to the Spring Creek and Independence intersection it began to truly get dark outside and I started to get honks from passersby. I took my phone and texted the only person that I can say I trust with anything. I told her where I was going, what had happened and asked her if we could talk.

I have done a lot of walking this weekend, and I don't know if anyone else has experienced the blisters that flip-flops leave when you walk in them for a while, but by the time I got to the crematorium at SEAS it felt like I had no skin on my feet whatsoever. I sat in my favorite spot and cried as I told the person on the phone what I was afraid of and what I was feeling at the time.

I sent two texts to her. The first started with "I'd rather die than...", and as I spilled my feelings and cried more I sent the second text that stated: "That is not a suicide threat."

Literally seconds after that text was sent God answered the prayers that my heart was feeling but my brain refused to let out. One of the most Holy women I've met, Cindy J., walked into the crematorium. We shared some kind words about the weekend and how peaceful the crematorium is. The conversation was one that I could have had with any other stranger that happened to have been there tonight, but this encounter had a purpose.

Before leaving, Cindy shared a story about two of her past students. She said that one day she caught them fighting and saying that they hated each other. She told me that she knew that somehow the two boys must have had some amount of love for each other because to hate someone you have to love them first, otherwise it's just indifference.

This woman had no idea that I was feeling the pain I was feeling, but her words were the comfort that I needed to get up and come home. Before that five minute conversation I had planned on staying with a friend or getting a room for the night, but her words gave me the courage to walk back and at least sleep in my own room.

I can't say that I'm happy because I'm honestly not. I can't say that I love my parents because the hurt and anger that I carry with me now is anything but love. The only thing that I know for a fact at this very moment is that the Big Guy up there is looking out for me. He put that song in my head to remind me that He was with me amidst the hate, anger, and desperation. He was letting me know that He was fighting for me even as everything was pushing Him away.

After tonight I'm at a loss for words, we are so quick to change teams when things start going wrong, when instead we should be gearing up to fight NEXT to Our Lord, not against Him.

Thanks G, that's really some good looking out.