Hit.
I had never imagined that a man’s bare knuckles could cause so much destruction to a human’s face; until I threw my first punch.
Hit.
“You know what makes a person a true fighter?!
It’s not a number of punches he can throw, or how long he can last in the ring. It’s when he shows real audacity and courage to overcome his battle wounds and scars.
You have scars, Jasper! Own up to them! “
Having those words screamed in your face during training while your focusing on murdering a punching bag is intended to motivate and inspire. I am different; I am broken. It doesn't work so well for me in my case. Hearing that just encourages abhorrent and deplorable flashbacks or memories in which I prefer not to relive.
Hit. Hit.
Throughout my entire life, there were two major events I could never fully prepare myself for. …show more content…
That one hurt like hell. And I hold myself fully accountable for the repercussions. I proposed that they take the shortcut; that precarious cliff faced road—consequently leading them to their inevitable deaths.
I bear that responsibility singlehandedly.
Strike one.
Hit. Hit. Hit.
The second; my sister’s death. If I had even considered that my parent’s death was the only thing that could destroy me; I was in for one rude awakening. Helplessly watching her die was something of a completely different proportion in comparison to my parent’s death. I could not uphold my promise as a brother. I could not save her from the flames that engulfed her.
I had failed; once again.
Strike two.
Hit. Hit. Hit.
These events have disrupted and challenged my beliefs in God and forced me to question His plan for me as a human on this
I had never imagined that a man’s bare knuckles could cause so much destruction to a human’s face; until I threw my first punch.
Hit.
“You know what makes a person a true fighter?!
It’s not a number of punches he can throw, or how long he can last in the ring. It’s when he shows real audacity and courage to overcome his battle wounds and scars.
You have scars, Jasper! Own up to them! “
Having those words screamed in your face during training while your focusing on murdering a punching bag is intended to motivate and inspire. I am different; I am broken. It doesn't work so well for me in my case. Hearing that just encourages abhorrent and deplorable flashbacks or memories in which I prefer not to relive.
Hit. Hit.
Throughout my entire life, there were two major events I could never fully prepare myself for. …show more content…
That one hurt like hell. And I hold myself fully accountable for the repercussions. I proposed that they take the shortcut; that precarious cliff faced road—consequently leading them to their inevitable deaths.
I bear that responsibility singlehandedly.
Strike one.
Hit. Hit. Hit.
The second; my sister’s death. If I had even considered that my parent’s death was the only thing that could destroy me; I was in for one rude awakening. Helplessly watching her die was something of a completely different proportion in comparison to my parent’s death. I could not uphold my promise as a brother. I could not save her from the flames that engulfed her.
I had failed; once again.
Strike two.
Hit. Hit. Hit.
These events have disrupted and challenged my beliefs in God and forced me to question His plan for me as a human on this