2020, The Year That Was...
The Year That Was
2020 will remain deeply entrenched in the hearts and minds of the surface population forever here on Earth...and will be taken along onto their next journey (whatever that means).
It is for me, at least.
The year started (for me) as usual as any and all of the previous new years of my entire life. Sixty nine to be exact.
February came the destructive Plandemic, which disrupted and destroyed the life of every Being on (the flat) Earth. It imprisoned minds and bodies, and tossed god-given freedom, human rights and freewill to the winds.
I will not dwell on the so called virus because something else more dramatic happened to me which impacted my very be-ing as a hu-man, man, husband and father.
Human Tragedy
The black day of 2020 and the blackest in my life was/is Thursday, September 17
What began as a happy family outing/vacation ended in a horrifying human tragedy.
On this tragic and fateful day the whole sky dropped on me when I was abandoned by my (beloved) family, who literally left me for dead on the road side. I will spare you the dreadful details because I wish only to record the (hidden) blessings which befell me at the soonest as the tragedy happened.
I was (instantly) picked up by a couple of Angels in human form and delivered me home, so to speak.
Actually the Angels delivered me to the bus depot, and I took the long bus-ride home (some 200km away). A sad journey it was. One that was to take me to a literally empty home. Yes, empty in every sense of the word. Empty of any body and soul, and things.
My (beloved) family left and they took my heart with them.
All of my pleadings failed to bring them back. They simply have only great hatred for this man they've known and lived with for twenty-eight years. I simply wanted to die.
About two weeks later after the incident I was rescued, yet by another Angel in human form. He literally scooped me out of the grave in which, I was already half-way inside. Nursed, fed, and he revived me back to life. I wouldn't be alive to pen this if it wasn't for him.
The Blessing In Disguise
The next three months was a mix of new found joy, new places, scars and pains from unhealed old wounds, cries and laughter. So much so I was bedazzled and even felt guilty of being able to sense joy when I was supposed to (only) be in grieve.
"In sadness there is joy. In stormy times there is calm." - Malay proverb
True it is. I, so learned.
They say that you have to cry before you can smile. True as it may be, I pray no one Soul need to shed a tear before he/she may smile. Not like how I've cried anyway, I hope and pray.
I gained great insights in life and what it is all about. I beg to differ slightly with the mainstream notion that life is about a Test of some sort. What if you failed and die? What if you passed and yet you'll still die someday. What do you do with all the certificates you achieved when you leave this plane called Earth?
This tragic event turned out to be an exposé of sort, revealing the people around me. It showed me who is, who is not, and who they seemed to portray themselves to me all these while. A real blessing in disguise it turned out to be, but a shocker nonetheless.
I get to experience first-hand about betrayals, and how merciless humans can be. Stray-dogs and cats receive more kindness than I got from my loved ones. It was as if they were all out to completely destroy me and bury me six feet underground. They almost surely succeeded if not for Divine Intervention. Whatever wrongs I did (many perhaps) I was judged without trial and given the death sentence without any chance for any appeal. Talking about (god's) law, I was literally already sent to hell here on Earth and to be continued later in all probability in the hereafter (wherever that is).
"O you who have believed, indeed, among your wives and your children are enemies to you, so beware of them. But if you pardon and overlook and forgive – then indeed, God is Forgiving and Merciful." (Q 64:14)
Forgive is the most misunderstood word both semantically and theological sense. I accepted what happened, but I do not forget as I am at peace with it and with my family. Any wrong could never be made right by or through any means. It has happened and I can't undo it and I shall not lug it around for the rest of my life. Fore-give, that's forgiveness to me.
Friendship and brotherhood presented itself to me in a manner I could never really know and feel before the tragedy. Kindness has become my prime factor of life. Charity is not giving what you wanted to throw away in the first place. Charity is giving what you love and treasure most.
Above all, a Family is the Institution of Life on Earth. Every human is born through one. It has been taken for granted. It has been neglected. I now take the liberty to advocate and champion the Family Institution. I will. So help me god.
This early morning Saturday, January 16, exactly four months ago when the tragedy happened, I write in great hope and expectations for the return to my beloved family in a few days/weeks/months time. I shall wait even if it takes forever.
Meanwhile, 2020 was the year that was...grievous and joyous both ways...and horrifying.
Amen
