"...But the human tongue is a beast that few can master.
It strains constantly to break out of its cage, and if it is not tamed,
it will turn wild and cause you grief." -Robert Greene
In June 1974, a healthy baby boy was born and welcomed into the lives of two loving parents and a big sister. They were elated to have a son to add to their growing family. It wasn't long before they began to notice some subtle differences in his development compared to that of other children. He seemed just a little bit behind the "average" child. Within a few years the gap between him and other children his age became a little more pronounced. He was soon receiving special schooling for speech and learning.
He was a fully functioning child, full of life and joy and getting into mischief like most little boys do. He entered grade school in a private Christian school, in a normal classroom, and received some special assistance to learn certain academic concepts.
As he entered his later elementary years, other children began to take notice of the differences between themselves and the boy. As a result, he would get teased because he did not learn the same way as they did. The boy continued to be good natured and kind.
Upon entering the middle school years things began to intensify. Not only was he being teased verbally, it became physical. He was shoved into lockers, pushed around, and ultimately locked in the closet of an unused module on campus for several hours. When he was finally found his face was stained with blood spots from hours of crying and screaming for help.
In high school he really found his groove and group of friends to connect with; but unfortunately the bullying continued. However, four years later he received his diploma, just like everyone else. His parents and family were so proud of his accomplishments and his willingness to work twice as hard as others to be able to graduate with his class.
College was not a good fit for him, so he began working full time. He was an extremely hard worker. He always went above and beyond what was required of him and did it with a smile on his face. While his bosses appreciated his work ethic there were coworkers who did not appreciate him and would find ways to make his life difficult.
A few years later he met a girl and the two began dating. They eventually married and had a son. His amazing work ethic continued as he strove to care for his family. It wasn't an easy task as his wife did not work and was limited in what she could do at home. So he did whatever it took to make ends meet by working multiple jobs, and even giving plasma to earn a few dollars. This also meant missing the public bus ride back to his apartment at night; and having to walk home several miles in the dead of winter, with holes in the soles of his shoes. Regardless of the odds stacked against him, he was determined not to fail.
Even with all his efforts to provide for his family, it was not enough. The love, support and encouragement was not there from the one who had vowed their life to him as well as some others.
It was never enough! He could never live up to the expectations that were there, no matter how hard he tried. He was beaten down verbally, emotionally and mentally to the point that he finally had enough.
On December 17th, 2007 at the age of 33, he took a rope and put an end to his life.
In the note that he left, it stated, "I cannot take [it] anymore".
That baby boy born in 1974, and man who took his life 33 years later, was my big brother.
Mocked and ridiculed his entire life; at school, at work, and in his marriage, he was completely and utterly broken. He had given all he had, but it was not enough. On the outside he seemed fine. He still smiled, he still gave great hugs, and he still did his very best at work, yet on the inside he was empty. Tragically, he allowed his value and worth to be determined by the few that did not understand him, instead of the many who loved him.
If you think for a moment that your words don't matter and the words that we allow our children to speak to others don't matter; you are DEAD wrong! EACH and EVERY word matters!
Proverbs 18: 21a " The tongue has the power of life and death..."
Proverbs 12:18a "Reckless words pierce like a sword..."
My brother's death has awakened me to the fact that we cannot speak carelessly to others, but particularly men. We must honor them, respect them, support them, encourage them, and love them.
I am happy to know that my brother no longer has to face the rejection of this world. He is wrapped in the loving arms of Jesus each day. He gets to know a love and acceptance that he never experienced in this earthly life. I hope and pray that no one else will have to deal with grief like we did, because people were careless with their words. Make the choice today and choose words that give life!
Dedicated in memory of my big brother.
May your death not be in vain
but an opportunity for others
to live right.