An Incident at The Donut Run

An Incident at The Donut Run

It happens to most of us, if not all of us. Always when we least expect and we don’t know why. It is frustrating and hard to understand how something like this could ever happen. I remember the first time it happened to me. I was a young lad at the University of North Carolina walking through campus. And then, BAM! I’ll never forget that feeling. The eyes all staring at me, most of them chicks, good looking ones too. All pointing and giggling. I would have no shot with them now. After it happened, I remember thinking “what do I do now? Should I just get back up and keep walking? Should I go back to my dorm? Just lay here and hope they all go away?” Each person deals with it in their own way. Some turn to anger (why do you think Semi Gloss is angry). Some retreat inwardly never to be the same person again. Some even turn to drugs. “But this nuun will take the pain and suffering go away.” you’ll tell yourself. Also, “I just need a little more!” Maybe you’ll even end up taking the entire bottle all once in hopes that you can just end it. I know it hurts. I’ve been there. After it happened to me, I questioned my entire existence. Why would the good Lord let this happen to me? Does he really love me? Did someone record this on their phones and post it on the internets? Or maybe they’ll just AOL IM it to all their friends. Will I ever find someone who actually loves me for who am I in spite of this “incident”? Will everyone see me as “that guy”?

Well, I want Jello (aka Dance Mom) and Geraldo to know that it will be OK. Your life is not defined by this. At some point in our lives, we have all been there. We are running, with our head held high, thinking the world is ours and we don’t see that crack in the sidewalk. Its amazing that something so little could have such a big impact in our life. But it does. And I am proud of both you. You fell down, tumbling and rolling in agony and despair on the ground, but you picked yourself back up and continued to run! Yes, there were tears and there was pain and there was blood, but don’t ever stop running. You may find yourself in the coming weeks in a dark place, reliving this horrible tragedy over and over in your mind. Thinking no one else has ever struggled like you are. But those are lies the enemy puts in our head. Don’t believe them. We are here to help. Don’t turn to the nuun. It is a short term fix that will have long term implications. Come talk to me about the trip and fall in the spring of 2001. Come talk to Agony and his incident on the Davidson football field that would eventually lead him to the ministry. Come talk to Alf. Actually don’t talk to Alf, he is still living with his pain.

Jello and Geraldo, you are not alone.

Also, JRR Tolkein called me his boo. He doesn’t see me as “that guy”. There is hope for us all.