When I met him months after he left, I wanted to tell him how proud I were of him, and that it did not matter if his decision was right or wrong: what matters was that he made a decision.
But, I did not have the courage to tell him that. In front of me, was a broken man. His family stripped him of their 'love' and killed his hope. To them, his decision was a sign of defiance, of ungratefulness, of disrespect, a waste of money. They saw to it that he suffered for his decision.
Among my friends back in the seminary, the story of Rudy is just any other story, but to me, it’s precious; for every time, there’s a person who struggles to be real, to be honest with himself there’s Rudy. I knew several stories like Rudy’s but with different ending, beautiful ending which gave birth to real happy people.
They got broken, lost hope but went back to the arena, picked up the pieces of themselves and continued the battle. Such are the true warriors of life.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” Keep being real…
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