A Bittersweet Life

“I’ve had it! That’s it for me! I’m out of here! I just can’t take this any longer. How long must I suffer before you even notice me? How long must I persevere before you take care of my needs?”

A seventeen year old ran away from her home, because in her home, she found no peace and joy. She then tried to find it in booze and boys. Until at one point she fed up with all that, and she left.

She had no place to go. She had no money in her pocket. The only way she could think of was stealing. Because she had no experience, she got caught easily.

She was put in jail. While she was in jail, she learned few criminal tricks. A few days later she was sent out because of lack of prison space.

The second time around, she became more skillful in stealing. She specialized in pick pocketing.

One day she picked a preacher’s pocket. The preacher caught her and brought to prison. The preacher asked for the police to call the parents of this seventeen year old.

The parents came down to the station and they were furious of their child’s behavior. They yelled at her, scolded her in front of the whole station. All the police officers watched as they screamed at her. She ignored them completely, until at one point she shouted. The more she shouted, the more they screamed. The preacher added more fiery comments on why stealing is a sin. The child was overstuffed with all of their conviction; she cursed them all. She ran away again.

“Why don’t they understand? I do not need conviction. I do not have to listen to their commanding orders. I just need to be loved. I just need someone to listen to me, without their stupid comments on what they think I should have or should not have done. That’s the only thing I desire. Is that so hard to ask?”

This time she did not go to the streets. She ran to the highest building. She went to the upper floor. She stood on the balcony. She stood on the edge of the balcony. The wind was so strong; she almost fell a couple of times.

When she decided to drop herself, someone held her back. She struggled to break free, but that someone won’t let go of her.

That someone explained to her that there is someone like what she had asked. Someone who will love her unconditionally. Someone who will listen to her without judging her. That someone is Jesus, who had died for her, who had known her before she was born.

That someone advised her to make amends with all that had hurt her. That someone said that she should forgive those who had done her wrong, because Jesus had done the same for her. That someone then challenged her is she would accept Jesus as her personal friend, her personal savior.

She accepted that challenge. As of that moment, her life took a different turn.