I had to swap away a tear the other day. Not because of my own misery, but because a brother was in need. I could feel his disappointment and sadness. In some other way, this guy has always supported me with his presence. The Holy Spirit so to speak. But this misery has remind me again of the possibility, that things didn’t plan out as it was suppose to be. And suddenly, I feel confronted again with evil.

Yes, evil. Let me clarify. I have always been interested in the human behaviour. Addressed questions such as how people act, react, and interact with one another. It all stems from how our childhood – primary school and early secondary school age – was. Were we happy as a child, because we did get all the attention and love we needed? Or terribly treated and neglected the proper attention by one or both of our parents? And what are the consequences, especially for the latter? On the age of fifteen I started to show interest in these questions, because a friend of mine said the following about our mutual friend: “He talks a lot because his parents are divorced.”. I was in awe, and I tried to figure out how he came up with his statement. Fortunately, the answer came not too long afterwards, as I was an eyewitness of my friends´ behaviour myself. It opened up my eyes. Boys, and especially girls, show in their teenage years a particular identical behaviour when 1. parents are divorced, or 2. when they did not receive the proper attention/love needed in their childhood. These teenagers are talkative; need a lot of friends; use lies as the easy way out; easily manipulated and hooked up by the other sex; and extremely weak for the attention by the other sex. I have seen and met with these teenagers. In my own family(!); friends(!); colleagues; and people on the streets.

            People – parents – make stupid choices without even thinking to the consequences. Some just don’t know how to raise a child, perhaps because of their own scars, but nevertheless, it is no excuse to "ruin" a life. Eventually, they are the ones who hold that pencil, responsible for the picture drawn on you and me.

For the sake of love, I have tried to “safe” one of the victims. Unfortunately, without satisfactory results. And, therefore, I have failed in my efforts. It’s very hard to change how they think, to fill their needs, and comfort them with our love. Ergo, to make them feel more complete. I wish I could change things in the way it suppose to be. Change them into the way JC wants us to live. Fight this evil, and prevent many people, including me and my brother, from being confused and disappointed by the flaws of these victims.

NB.

This blog is written because of the mutual situation me and my brother are in. We both are experiencing the consequences that arise after the above mention “child abuse”. And it pictures the conditions most teenagers are into. I’ve no intentions of hurting ones feelings, or exposing my own childhood experience with my parents.