I MET MY FATHER A YEAR AGO

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God pardons our sins and bad actions but we sometines don´t pardon other

human beings. We say in the 29 Psalm "...and forgive our debts as we

forgive our debtors..." (The Spanish version uses ofenses instead of debts

and ofenders instead of debtors). However, in real life, we sometimes don´t

pardon. I lived it during 30 years: I dind´t pardon my father because he

abandoned the family before I was even borned. My heart was full of

goodness, charity and happiness, but a small piece was in hate, rancor, pain

and absent of pardon darkness.

Mom separated the family because of the poverty we had when I was borned. I

didn´t grow up very well in the given family. The years always march

unceasing througout the time. Thanks to a university homework, I found out

that I didn´t belong to the family where I was, but I was never allowed to

look for my real relatives. I looked and found out my mother until I

separated completely from the adopted "family". Of course I asked for

dad... the answer was other dark view. I felt worst the abandon. I didn´t

look for a father. He did look for his other children and reconcile w/

them, but he didn´t look for me because he had already known about my hate

and rancor against him.

Finally, it came the day when I pardoned him and met him thanks to my aunts.

Last Saint Valentine Day, I got the best present for this occasion. Dad

called. I heard his voice for first time in my life. I told him that I

already had pardoned him. It was the end of three decades of family

separation. We agree to met each other next week, on Saturday. After

hanging up, the tears were so abundant that could fill out other Arenal

lake. I called my sister and sent messages to my brother to have a family

meeting for first time, the day dad might come to San José. Dad called few

times more. He described himself, specified which cloth he would wear the

meeting day, where and when he would arrive. I told him which cloth I´d

wear that day. My brother called until Friday to confirm his attendance.

However, it wasn´t the same w/ my sister. She called few minutes before I

left the house. A very strong cool wouldn´t let her to come to San José.

That Saturday, dad called at seven in the morning from the bus. My husband

and I went to the meeting place. Three buses came... but nobody has his

description. How many buses more shall arrive? Which bus he would came?

Was there an accident and he didn´t came? Oh dear! The waiting minutes

turned eternal... when I thought he wouldn´t arrive, he come in the last

bus. I saw a man w/ his description in one of the bus windows. I shouted

"Are your Mr. John?" with a smiling head he did a positive movement. He

got off the bus and finally he met his youngest daughter and I met in

person to the father that I didn´t have in years. The family relantionship

has continued excellent. Time cures hurts and erases terrible pains. If

God pardon us, we can pardon also...