blink of an eye 

I’m reading a book called “The Year We Disappeared”. It’s a memoir about a family whose lives changed overnight. The dad, John Busby, is a police officer and was shot in the head as an attempted murder through a car window. It left him without a jaw or the ability to eat or speak. Suddenly, this normal five person family is under 24 hour surveillance, plus a guard dog, alarms, and gates. The kids are even escorted to and from school by policemen. The daughter’s friends won’t talk to her anymore out of fear. The two sons get in fights at school, not knowing how to handle everything. Because of the threats and attempted murder to their family, they ended up losing contact with everyone they knew.
The man that shot John Busby turned John’s life into nothing but anger,  overwhelming pain, and planning revenge. This man made John have to write notes to his family instead of using his voice, he stole John’s beloved career, he took the whole family’s sense of normalcy. In a way, he DID take John’s life, without actually killing him.
Yet, after all this, his strength amazed me when I read the interview in the back. The question asked: “What do you hope people will take away from their reading of The Year We Disappeared”?
John answered, “I’d like people to realize, like I did, that hate and revenge are a self-defeating disease we inflict upon ourselves. I have been in that dark place and my family saved me from it. I healed when I left that behind; it wasn’t fast, it wasn’t easy, but due to my love for my family and my self healing, it was necessary – I did it.”

After awhile, he didn’t heal for himself. He healed for those he loved.
How many “self-defeating diseases” do we inflict upon ourselves?

New favorite ALBUM: Dark Is The Way, Light Is A Place – Anberlin