Finshaggy
Well-Known Member
I just realized a couple things today, and I have a question for anyone who wants to answer.
I always knew that long stints in juvenile and having to mentally, and geographically work against papers and probation officers, had helped me to grow culturally, mentally and individually different and in some ways better some ways worse than my peers who hadn't had to experience these things.
I have never believed or been able to accept Christianity, because when I was a child I asked questions of the Sunday school teachers, and Youth directors that they didn't really have answers for in today's politically correct world. Like I asked, "Do Jews go to Hell??" and I received circles, and eventually a "No". Which led me to believe Christians are backwards ass holes. Now I was a child (And hadn't experienced juvenile or County jail guards yet) , so this wasn't how I worded it in my mind. So it was more like, "How can she say that, and tell me to be Christian?"
But my point ^^here^^ is, I've always had a good moral code, because I realized I was going to have to look out for myself and other people at a young age.
I became the guy watching me to see if I was doing right. Christians act like they've got it right, but they need a Fairytale security camera in the sky, and a fairytale lake of fire to convince them to act right towards other people.
But I started smoking when I was 14, cigarettes and weed. I got sent away for 8 months the day before my 15th birthday. To a "Troubled teens" Boarding school. It was a shit hole and they treated us like shit. Our parents only got letters once a week that were edited, and other than that we got NO contact with ANYONE in the free world. We had a fenced area we got to go outside in an hour a day, and we only got to talk 2 hours a day. I won't get into details about this place.
Anyways. I got out of there, and during my time in high school I kept smoking weed, and ended up doing more than smoking it. For this I got guns pulled on me three times. And it was a choice between fighting for money that lay on the table, or getting shot. And the first two times I was really young and didn't know how to judge the man holding the gun. Only to see the gun and be afraid.
And the third time, the guy was scared as SHIT, but ready to pull that trigger. I could see it in the fear in his eyes. It was the kind of fear where he wants out...with no witness's...No trouble from anyone there...
All three times I chose life.
AND every time I chose life I NEVER robbed someone else to come up. I ALWAYS come back up on my own.
I've had everything took from me being swindled, and having a gun in my face. Both ways suck, but you can ALWAYS come back up.
And if you always pick yourself up with your own two arms, people you stay with you for a while will respect and trust you. Don't come up bringin someone else down.
Having chose life over money on various occasions has ingrained something in me that I didn't realize until today. I value life over money.
I see the value of life, in a way other people don't.
For me IT HAS come down to "Money or Life?" On many occasions. And I automatically valued respect over money, because I never took anyone down to come up...Which happens all to often in Texas.
It's not "The drug community" It's individuals who do drugs siphoning from the drug community.
I'm gonna help it though. I got plenty of time, and tons of plans.
The question...
Have you ever had to decide, "Money or Life?"
I always knew that long stints in juvenile and having to mentally, and geographically work against papers and probation officers, had helped me to grow culturally, mentally and individually different and in some ways better some ways worse than my peers who hadn't had to experience these things.
I have never believed or been able to accept Christianity, because when I was a child I asked questions of the Sunday school teachers, and Youth directors that they didn't really have answers for in today's politically correct world. Like I asked, "Do Jews go to Hell??" and I received circles, and eventually a "No". Which led me to believe Christians are backwards ass holes. Now I was a child (And hadn't experienced juvenile or County jail guards yet) , so this wasn't how I worded it in my mind. So it was more like, "How can she say that, and tell me to be Christian?"
But my point ^^here^^ is, I've always had a good moral code, because I realized I was going to have to look out for myself and other people at a young age.
I became the guy watching me to see if I was doing right. Christians act like they've got it right, but they need a Fairytale security camera in the sky, and a fairytale lake of fire to convince them to act right towards other people.
But I started smoking when I was 14, cigarettes and weed. I got sent away for 8 months the day before my 15th birthday. To a "Troubled teens" Boarding school. It was a shit hole and they treated us like shit. Our parents only got letters once a week that were edited, and other than that we got NO contact with ANYONE in the free world. We had a fenced area we got to go outside in an hour a day, and we only got to talk 2 hours a day. I won't get into details about this place.
Anyways. I got out of there, and during my time in high school I kept smoking weed, and ended up doing more than smoking it. For this I got guns pulled on me three times. And it was a choice between fighting for money that lay on the table, or getting shot. And the first two times I was really young and didn't know how to judge the man holding the gun. Only to see the gun and be afraid.
And the third time, the guy was scared as SHIT, but ready to pull that trigger. I could see it in the fear in his eyes. It was the kind of fear where he wants out...with no witness's...No trouble from anyone there...
All three times I chose life.
AND every time I chose life I NEVER robbed someone else to come up. I ALWAYS come back up on my own.
I've had everything took from me being swindled, and having a gun in my face. Both ways suck, but you can ALWAYS come back up.
And if you always pick yourself up with your own two arms, people you stay with you for a while will respect and trust you. Don't come up bringin someone else down.
Having chose life over money on various occasions has ingrained something in me that I didn't realize until today. I value life over money.
I see the value of life, in a way other people don't.
For me IT HAS come down to "Money or Life?" On many occasions. And I automatically valued respect over money, because I never took anyone down to come up...Which happens all to often in Texas.
It's not "The drug community" It's individuals who do drugs siphoning from the drug community.
I'm gonna help it though. I got plenty of time, and tons of plans.
The question...
Have you ever had to decide, "Money or Life?"
