Healing our brokenness

Yesterday my brother visited- we had not seen each other in a long while due to the chaos of the world.  He has spent half his life listening to other people’s pain and helping them to navigate to the shores of healing.  He is a calm and gentle soul. We share a common childhood but as we reminisced, I realized how two people can be in the same environment and have very different experiences and memories. Ours was a household fraught of conflict laced with underlying tones of love. Our parents were broken people who as often broken people do spread their pain.  It tempered both of us as adults we both are in the healthcare field helping others as this in turn helps heal us. As parents we both choose to release the pain and end the behaviors that shaped us, so we didn’t repeat patterns onto our own children- but I am certain we offered them other challenges to navigate.

Our Dad was a complex person- a former Marine, heavy drinking heavy smoking strict man who had a compassionate heart that sometimes surfaced with great acts of kindness –

We were out in the bay in our little motorboat when my Dad saw two men in the middle of the bay standing waist deep on a sandbar that would soon be consumed by oncoming tides.  Obviously panic stricken with no watercraft in sight these men waved to our Dad.  He headed over to them, two men, one was very different to my 4-year-old eyes, he had long curly blond hair and small breasts, the other I don’t recall. This man stuttered his gratitude as my Dad hauled them into our tiny boat and motored back to the shore without conversation.  Safely on dry land dripping wet and shivering they again voiced their gratitude as we motored away.  This incident was never discussed, as an adult I understand the enormity of what took place, two gay men left in the middle of the bay- neither could swim…as a child I witness an act of kindness, a man doing the right thing no matter his views, these were fellow human beings in distress, this was a silent lesson of compassion as many of our lessons were.

Often our brokenness is what tempers us to be the people we were meant to be.  I have long since forgiven my Dad for his, and embraced him as a fellow human being that was often in distress doing the best he could from where he came from.  In the end all that really matters is the love we shared, and the love we keep in our hearts. Once again, Love is all that matters, a silent lesson learnt.

About Angelnurse0513

I am a hospice nurse who has been writing spiritually inspired books for the past seven years. I have written a children's book called "Little Star" which is available in ebook format http://www.amazon.com/Little-Star-Phyllis-Higgins-ebook/dp/B00BOEHUS6. I am currently writing a novel on spiritual love and the afterlife and looking for a publisher. It is my deepest wish to help with the transition from this world to the next whether it be through my work in hospice or through my written words. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns you have.
This entry was posted in spiritual. Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Healing our brokenness

  1. Love this. And love the photo – reminds me of my happy place back East.

  2. Eileen says:

    You always to seem to know what I need to hear. Love and acceptance makes life so much easier. Thant you for your wisdom.

  3. Mil says:

    Love your writing Phyllis

  4. MaryJo ORorke says:

    You are able to express so beautifully.

    Perspective ♥️

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s