Chiquita on Life

Ever had a time in your life when a series of events happened that changed you?
That's me right now. I'm not going to go into any detail, because really the details don't even matter. One time, I went to camp and broke my ankle. I got seperated from my group in a big crowd because I was on crutches. I had to walk back to my cabin by myself. Along the way, I ran into a camp counselor who offered to walk with me so I wouldn't have to walk by myself in the dark on crutches. I remember his name, even though it was so long ago. Johnathan Holliday. He had red hair. As we walked the mile or so back to the cabins, we talked. He was saying something about how all big events come in threes in life, or so he believed. At that time in my life, I was rather down and out, and I ignored his advice to watch for things in threes in life. Finally, within the last year, I started paying attention. Sure enough, everything comes along in threes. My three happened within a single month. One; I lost a close friend. Two; Someone I care about deeply hurt me in an unforgettable way, and Three; I made a mistake. Not a big mistake or one that would do any harm to anyone, but a mistake that changed me none the less.
One; the loss of my friend. This I do not regret. Sure, sometimes something funny happens, where I am given an opportunity to laugh about an inside joke, but I don't because at one time it was an inside joke between the two of us. I am not so immature as to say I always hated her and am so glad she's out of my life and on and on. Its not like that at all. We are just much better off without each other.
Two; Someome I care about deeply hurt me in an unforgettable way. You know how every person has a most embarassing moment in their life that they can always recall and will probably always be able to recall? This situation is like that. Only, its not embarrassing. Its just a bad memory I'm always going to have. Like you wake up and you think about it. You try not to, but it doesn't help at all. I don't love this person any less than I ever did. I have less respect for them, but I still care about them. People ask me all the time how I do it, how I go on like nothing ever happened when something clearly did, and I just reply that thats not how it is. I forgave them, so they go on like nothing ever happened, not me. I remember it every day, I bite my tounge on countless questions, things I would like to say. I wonder if this memory will ever finally fade. I don't think it will. I think I've learned a big lesson with this one. I've lost a lot of friends and people I love over things such as this, and this time, I just cared too much to hold the grudge i deserved to hold. I feel like I'm mature for this.
Three; I made a mistake. It wasn't a big mistake, it was a lack of judgement. I am a better person because of it. I guess its just me maturing as I go along, and that feels good, to live and learn.