Bridging to the Future

Needing a Bridge
Bridge

First a confession. I’ve been selfishly bitter lately. I hid it with intentions of public protection, but really I was wallowing in bitterness to my molester.

The story all started a few weeks ago when I was told that the guy who molested me- who is listed on the Canadian sex offender registry and living under release conditions that prohibit his contact with minors- is now a Counselor. Yes, you read that right. But the info wasn’t quite right- he wasn’t a counselor yet, he was doing a practicum as part of his Masters in Counseling studies. The clinic he was doing the practicum at did a heck of a sales job bragging up how great a guy the rapist is. They bragged about his successful career as a teacher (which he lost due to his crimes), his successful career as a teacher(which he started when he lost his teaching job, and lost when he was convicted and sentenced), and on and on.

For any who’ve read some of my previous posts (like this) this won’t come as a major surprise. I flipped!! I called my brother who’s been with me in this from the start, and over the next few days we called everyone we could think of:
– the police who after a lot of checking said “wish we could stop this cause it’s sick, but he’s not breaking any laws.”
– the counseling clinic who’s owner said “he’s a good guy who served his time, he deserves a second chance, and just wants to help people”
– the university he’s studying at, talked to the dean of the counseling program, who consulted with their lawyer, who then wrote a carefully worded letter saying that they only care about academic performance.

To us, he’s just carrying on his trend of looking for vocations which will put him in one-on-one situations with vulnerable people.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I NEED TO LET IT GO!! I can’t let the bitterness over what happened yesterday ruin my today. And so, as I turn these words over to cyberspace, I turn vengeance over to God. I can’t do anything (legally) about him. And I can’t dwell on it anymore. So now, as I BRIDGE to tomorrow, I need to set boundaries, so that when anyone wants to talk about “him who will no longer be talked about”, I can change the subject of conversation.

So help me God!

Duane

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Thankful

Canadian Thanksgiving

On this 2016 Canadian Thanksgiving day I am sitting here, watching the snow accumulate, pondering my life.  So here goes-

I am grateful for a warm house to sit in and watch the snow pile up.

I am grateful that I don’t live in the Canada that comedians like to poke fun at.  I don’t travel by dogsled.  I don’t live in an igloo.  Snow this time of year, while not uncommon, is the exception rather than the rule for most Canadians.  including for my part of Canada.  We should be melted off and 16 degrees Celsius later this week.

I am so incredibly grateful for my three beautiful daughters.  They light up my life.  A few minutes ago the oldest poked me on Facebook.  so we chatted for a couple minutes.

I am grateful for my kids’ mom- my ex-wife.  While I often like to complain about her, I am grateful for the good times we had, for the three daughters she gave me, and for how well she takes care of them now.

I am grateful for my immediate and extended family.  My parents who are both in their sixties, and reasonably healthy.  My brothers and sisters, who all get along with each other, and all the nieces and nephews.  That extended family is so large that I don’t know most of their names if I meet them, but I guess that’s what happens when one’s grandparents have 16 kids, right?

I am grateful to be Canadian.  Living in a land which gives me the freedom to express myself without fear of consequences for my opinions.  Living in a land with good health care.

I am grateful for a good job that keeps me challenged and rewards me well for doing my job.  In that vein, I am grateful for the customers who support me, and the relationships that I have been able to build up with customers across western Canada.

Above all, I am grateful to God, who makes all of this possible, and offers eternal life to all who will believe in him.

And with this partial list of the blessings in my life ready for me to hit the “publish” button, I wish you all a fantastic day!  Now it’s time to go eat a Thanksgiving meal with my family.