The week went pretty well! Lots of hitting the streets and just engaging everyone in various conversations. haha it’s pretty fun. Im really nervous at the start but after a while of talking you kinda getting into the groove of things and it gets easier. I’ve been keeping a list of countries that the people i talk to originate from and i’m at 66 now! haha it really shows you the diversity of toronto. i’ve talked to people from far flung places such at Saint Lucia and Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, both countries i’ve never heard of before. haha it’s really interesting to get to know their background and their reasons for coming to Canada.
We met David this week. He’s a ultra right wing gay (never knew there was such a thing) and he’s super friendly. He was sharing with us his tough life growing up. He found out he was gay when he was 17 and his parents threw him out on the streets. Instead of feeling self pity and turning to drugs and alcohol, he decided to turn his fortunes around. He did odd jobs and managed to put himself through university and still had enough money on him to travel around europe for 6 months after. His excitement for travel is infectious. I like it when people get excited over something their passionate about. Its nice ^^
Anyway, the most wonderful thing about his story was when i asked him about his family. His parents both died a few years ago and he told me that he was with them both at the hospital. Personally, i was taken aback. This is the same guy who’s parents cruelly threw him out due to his sexuality and he so willingly put that aside. He told us about how he was able to forgive because he was able to see the bigger picture and how that despite all that he wouldnt be on earth without his parents. It was a profound experience which reminded me of a poem by sydni masoncup which blew me away after i read it.
To forgive, is not to forget.
Its to really remember that no one is perfect.
That each of us stumbles when we so desperately want to stay upright.
That each of us says things we wish we had never said.
That we can all forget that love is more important than being right.
To forgive is to really remember that we are so much more than our mistakes,
that we are often more kind and caring than we think we are.
That accepting another’s flaws can help us accept our own.
To forgive is to remember that the odds are pretty good that we might need to be forgiven ourselves.
That live gives us way more than we can usually handle.
To forgive is to remember that we have room in our hearts to begin again, and again, and again.
Life is too short to hold grudges guys! i have a few i wanna let go myself 🙂 have a wonderful week!