When I was an early teen I was feared by my classmates who would bully me and my friends. Why? I overcame my fear and hit them back. Actually, I was scared the entire time. I thought I had to handle this. My twin brother would put his feeling of safety into my hands as well. I remember one boy lifting me up with one hand pinning me against the wall. I had stood up for my twin brother and was ready to get beaten to a pulp by this kid. At least my twin brother would be ok.
I was relying on my own wits and weak human muscles to save me. For now, as a man and scores stronger than I was I realize being able to punch someone is not real strength. Rather giving in and using violence or begging them for mercy is true weakness. It is from Jehovah that our strength comes. In fact, other humans can hurt us, even kill us but Jehovah has power over death. Death will soon be done away with.
The end result of all of that fighting and relying on myself was stress, more fear, and I nearly became a felon!
You see those boys were afraid of me. But one day I refused to be manipulated by them. I refused to fight this kid. They saw that as a weakness and attacked me on the way home. They hit me with a rock cutting me and causing bleeding from right below my eye. I saw the blood and ran home determined to deal with them at a later date.
Well, that date came. Several days later with my parents, I returned to the school. My parents who did not know what was happening were shocked and took immediate moves to aid me. They were going to have me transferred to another school.
I decided I would take my revenge on those boys. I would bring a knife from home and stab him in the chest with it. So I brought a knife with me hidden in my jacket to the school. Sure enough, I was allowed to collect some items of mine from the classroom. This was my chance! I walked into the classroom. I was in a rage. I walked towards the boy. Then I stopped. The classroom was quiet. I was looking at him through my bloodshot eyes. I was ready to kill him. But, something came over me! It must have been an angel or Jehovah's holy spirit. I reasoned that if I killed him it would be a mistake that would really damage my life in the future. Rage left me. I was empty but I knew I had to leave that classroom.
You see I would not have been able to go to University and travel to several countries settling in two of them and marrying a beautiful girl from north-central India. Without her, I would not have had the two boys that I have today. Due to her constant prayers to Jehovah, I was woken from my walking-dead-like sleep. Now our boys along with Yogita will be auxiliary pioneering next month. Our boys love me, and my wife loves me and has developed a deep affection for me.
There is a part two to this post. Vengeance belongs to Jehovah not us humans here on earth. I should have gone to Jehovah in prayer. I should have talked to my parents or an elder. I should not have taken matters into my own foolish hands! I could have been killed at that moment, or later in jail.
Our friend needed to follow this advice as well!
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