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It seems like the universe is trying to teach my husband and me forgiveness, because it seems like we've had a lot of opportunities to practice it lately.
Last night, in the RTR camp in Quartzsite, our motorhome was vandalized. Someone bashed out our driver side mirror, either with a large rock or some other heavy, blunt object. We don't know why.
It could be that they didn't like the looks of our motorhome. Maybe they didn't like that we're traveling with kids. Maybe someone was just walking across the desert on a midnight walk and decided that we looked like a good target. Maybe someone was upset that we used a generator, and didn't realize that they could have just asked us to turn it off (which we would have, even though it would mean I wouldn't have enough battery power to make it the whole night to run my CPAP, which I need to breathe when I sleep). Maybe it was someone driving by, popping out one mirror from each campsite they came across, for shits and giggles. I guess we'll never know.
My oldest daughter cried. She's very sensitive, so when something upsets her, she has nightmares and can't sleep for weeks. My younger children are afraid the "bad person" will come back tonight. My older sons were nervous this morning when someone came knocking on our door. They will all be afraid for a while, now, until enough time passes.
That's the hardest part--seeing my children cry, seeing them afraid, because someone else decided to violate their home, and their feeling of safety, for sport (or frustration, or entertainment, or whatever). That makes it hard to forgive. I'm a very forgiving person when someone offends me, then apologizes. That's easy for me. I admit that I find it very hard to forgive when the offender has no regrets, goes on with their life, amused at their little "joke", never considering the repercussions or the consequences. It's infinitely harder when their actions affect my babies.
But I guess the universe knows that I have a hard time forgiving, and is trying to teach me that lesson. If I were a better person, I probably wouldn't need to work so hard on it. I'll just remind myself that this is nothing more than a blip on the radar of life. We live a very, very blessed life, and everything is going so well for us now. We have a lot of love, a lot of joy, and a lot of kindness in our hearts...that's what I need to focus on.
And maybe if I'm quicker and better at forgiving, the universe won't need to throw quite so many lessons in our direction.
Thank you to everyone who was so kind and welcoming to us at the RTR. I met a lot of nice people, and the seminars were great. I only wish we could have arrived sooner, and enjoyed the entire two weeks, instead of only a few days.
Last night, in the RTR camp in Quartzsite, our motorhome was vandalized. Someone bashed out our driver side mirror, either with a large rock or some other heavy, blunt object. We don't know why.
It could be that they didn't like the looks of our motorhome. Maybe they didn't like that we're traveling with kids. Maybe someone was just walking across the desert on a midnight walk and decided that we looked like a good target. Maybe someone was upset that we used a generator, and didn't realize that they could have just asked us to turn it off (which we would have, even though it would mean I wouldn't have enough battery power to make it the whole night to run my CPAP, which I need to breathe when I sleep). Maybe it was someone driving by, popping out one mirror from each campsite they came across, for shits and giggles. I guess we'll never know.
My oldest daughter cried. She's very sensitive, so when something upsets her, she has nightmares and can't sleep for weeks. My younger children are afraid the "bad person" will come back tonight. My older sons were nervous this morning when someone came knocking on our door. They will all be afraid for a while, now, until enough time passes.
That's the hardest part--seeing my children cry, seeing them afraid, because someone else decided to violate their home, and their feeling of safety, for sport (or frustration, or entertainment, or whatever). That makes it hard to forgive. I'm a very forgiving person when someone offends me, then apologizes. That's easy for me. I admit that I find it very hard to forgive when the offender has no regrets, goes on with their life, amused at their little "joke", never considering the repercussions or the consequences. It's infinitely harder when their actions affect my babies.
But I guess the universe knows that I have a hard time forgiving, and is trying to teach me that lesson. If I were a better person, I probably wouldn't need to work so hard on it. I'll just remind myself that this is nothing more than a blip on the radar of life. We live a very, very blessed life, and everything is going so well for us now. We have a lot of love, a lot of joy, and a lot of kindness in our hearts...that's what I need to focus on.
And maybe if I'm quicker and better at forgiving, the universe won't need to throw quite so many lessons in our direction.
Thank you to everyone who was so kind and welcoming to us at the RTR. I met a lot of nice people, and the seminars were great. I only wish we could have arrived sooner, and enjoyed the entire two weeks, instead of only a few days.