Fragments Of Me (Words)
My father emphasized the importance of being a man of your word.
My mother recited sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you.
I remember the night I learned about the power of words.
We visited a friend of my father. Mingling adults with drinks in hand and hyperactive children filled every room of the dinner party.
Not interested in watching my father drink, I sought refuge.
To my surprise I discovered an oasis as I entered a room of wall to wall books. Nearing a shelf, a closing door startled me.
“Did I scare you?” Robert the home owner asked.
Silent, my gaze returned to the books.
Robert sat behind a large wood desk, “Do you like to read?”
Looking at the man with the graying temples and thick framed glasses, I smiled, “Yeah.”
“Did your father tell you I am a writer? I haven’t published anything, but I love to write stories. Writers create worlds.”
He opened a book. “Read it.”
“It was the best of times it was the worst of times…”
“Isn’t that amazing?” Robert interrupted, “What a wonderful quote; a great description of the French Revolution and a fitting description of our lives.”
Robert got up to leave. “Feel free to enjoy the books. You will find beauty on every page.”
Running fingers along the books, I read the name out loud; Wilde, Orwell, Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Dickinson.
Minutes later, the door opened. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The anger in my father’s voice sent chills up my spine.
His hand slapped the back of my head. “Plenty of girls out there and you’re in here. My son is not going to be a faggot.”
Exiting the room, a heavy foot kicked me, lifting me off my feet, slamming me into a wall.
My eyes swelled with tears, but I refused to cry.
Hours later that little boy stood at his bedroom window while his parents slept in the other room.
That night he learned some words create amazing beauty.
While the pain of other words linger long after the bruises have healed.
words no doubt have power ! the comments i read say it too 🙂 see you got so many kind words, love and warmth from your blogger family 🙂 enriching you and passing on the message to fathers like your father as well
wish you peace, health and more wisdom
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Thank you for your lovely comments. Yes, this blogging community is special. Hopefully, this story will encourage parents to be more mindful of their words. Thank you for reading and thanks for your kind words.
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you are welcome and pleasure is all mine 🙂
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Words carry a lot of weight, power, and force – they can certainly be as physical as any blow by a fist or foot.
Excellent post.
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Thank you for taking the time out to read. Yes, words can deliver pain to last a lifetime. Thanks. Be well.
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Wow, really sad and poignant, its sad that reading and often academia is seen as feminine.
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Exactly. Now, years later, still stuned that he or anyone else could frown upon it. Thanks for reading.
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Was it a true story? (I’m thinking it was)
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Yeah, that little series that I post Fragments of Me, all true.
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Cool.
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So terrible, I am sorry you had to endure such a thing. This is such a powerful story, with an equally powerful reminder. I hold those scars too, they still string a bit. ❤
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Obviously that would be sting. Xx
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Yeah, it did. Thanks
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It takes years for some of these scars to heal. Thankfully, he and I found closure and peace in my forgiving him before he passed. Thank you for reading. I hope you are passed your experiences. Be well.
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That is amazing, I am proud of you! I hope to do the same for some of my wounds. I thought I was…but. Not yet.
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Healing takes time. You will get there. Thanks and be well.
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Your words bring tears to my eyes.. I see and feel that boy’s pain and growth..
Thank you for sharing ❤️
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Smiling. That evening pushed me in the directo of reading and writing. Thanks for reading and for your kind words. So, happy you were touched by it.
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In the midst of the bad & ugly
You were blessed by that gift of reading & writing 😊
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Yeah thanks
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😊😊😊
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oh, I love reading Fragments of me and I would repeat it each time you publish one for us, the readers. I feel sad for the boy but again whatever happens, it happens for good. I would settle with that. 🙂 Nice one as always.
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Everything happens for a reason. That night lead me to my love of writing. Thank you for your kind words and thanks for reading. Your comments made me feel so good. Thanks.
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🙂 welcome
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In those moments, the boy started to become the man of words we know now. In the midst of trouble, a ray of hope spreads in the boy’s sky.
I loved reading it again. 🙂
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LOL Thank you. That day pointed the Chimp in the direction he would eventually take. Thabnks for reading.
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Your Polaris!! 😀
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Yeah. ;D
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How horrible to be treated like that but how wonderful you discovered books. A mixed bag of emotions for sure.
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Yeah, it was a mixed evening. Still grateful for acquiring the love of reading. That was priceless. Thanks for reading.
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What a powerful emotional post. It must be so difficult to pen down in words. Big hugs.
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Thankfully, these moments are distant memories, so it doesn’t hurt like it once used to. Thank you for stopping by to read.
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Time does heal our wounds slowly…
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Yes, they do.
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Heartbreaking, yet so beautiful.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this story of my past. I appreciate it. Have a great day.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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What a sad and beautiful truth. My Pa was a writer but he was also tough like yours. Words like that do leave last memories. I was wondering after my Pa passed why he was like that so tough and absolute. He left me all his writings and photos sometimes I open his briefcases just to catch a whiff of him. He was a man that stood for principle but it got messed up along the way. I’m not sure how or why but his absence is so very missed in our family. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story. In a way your father’s words in an odd way caused you to follow your dream to write even if out of hidden hurt and spite. Sending a warm hug. This creative side is a tender one isn’t it? I’m thankful you share it here. I’ve found it very healing. I’ve been blogging here for 3 years and met some wonderful lifelong friends. I think words were the draw. I was drawn to the site name WordPress because this is what I do for a living and I felt I would fit in here somewhere even if no one reads my blog I’m happy to share and get to know the deeper side of those I call friend. Like you. Have a beautiful day. I love this post. I see 3 others I’ve bookmarked to read later. I always think to myself you never know who’s reading that might need what it is you have to share. I believe that snout words. We need them and sometimes we don’t even know it till later we are quieted a little moe. I love it when that happens. 🌸🌸🎈🎈💕
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Thank you for stopping by to read it. This series means so much to me. They make for good therapy and actually start conversations of healing with fellow bloggers who share similiar stories. As for the subject of words – I believe most bloggers are hear for connections and their love of words. I know that is why I wirte. Thanks for reading. Happy you appreciated it. Actually, I will be reposting the first one tomorrow, that one is about childhood crushes. Thanks and be well.
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Ohh I weep….this is so familiar. This has shaped you into the great writer you are. I know it was painful.
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You are much too kind. Thank you for your beautiful words. i appreciate it
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This brought tears to my eyes.
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Sorry for that. These fragments of me were true stories of my childhood. Thank you for reading.
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Thanks for sharing this sad but powerful event from your childhood. I grew up with no father – my German mother kicked him out for cheating on her. I was 3 yrs old and she was pregnant with my brother. She had some boyfriends but never remarried. But I am thankful that I did not have an abusive father and a lot of freedom during childhood.
Being involved in Boy Scouts helped a lot too. I have always loved reading too, and pretty good at writing when required. I appreciate the honesty of your writing.
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Thank you for reading this story from my past. It was difficult being raised in an abusive home. Sorry, to hear about the difficulties in your life. Sometimes, the hurdles we have to overcome in childhood make us better men.
Thanks for the honesty in your comments. Have a great day.
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Thanks Andrew! You are right about overcoming hurdles – although I am so thankful that I had a loving mom and a safe home. Also glad my wonderful wife and I raised 5 kids (and 3 grandchildren) who still like us – we have one dude left at home but soon to married. But we give most of the credit to the grace of God!
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Amen
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Well, wow. Just like that, in a few paragraphs….and I know you write in a way that captures my easily distracted attention. Words are everything, and words from you I will enjoy …. 🙂
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Well, wow. You made my night with this beautiful comment. happy that you read and appreciated it. Thank you so much.
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My pleasure! Hope you had a great day of ✍️😊
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I did. Thanks. Hope yours was good.
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Mighty fine considering work got in the way of any blogging 😉😊
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Yeah we all have those days
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The kick, the slap on the back of the head; all the abuses heaped into an ugly pile…
Becoming the writer that you are had a mighty steep tuition, and some glorious rewards.
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Thank you so much for these comments. Yes, all that negative stuff made me the writer and person that I am. Thanks for reading and for your words.
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I never gave them the satisfaction of seeing me cry either. I dare say eventually I forgot how ….
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This comment is powerful in its message. Sometimes, I feel as if I have forgotten how to truly cry. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts and words every day! Even this far into life it still is nice to find someone else out there who really knows what you mean when such a statement is made.
Not that I wish it on anyone, but just the feeling that you are not alone, that feeling … Some of these things you simply don’t know until you ‘know’.
It took time and self acceptance but I’m glad to say I have come back to life! 😀 I hope you have too!!
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What an amazing comment. Thank you so much for lifting my spirits. It is greatly appreciated.
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You are most welcome! 😀 You are not the only one who is just an email away! *smiles*
BTW I had sent you an invite to my other WP site, don’t know if you ever got it. I know you are busy so if you did and decided against it, no worries. Just wanted to check. It’s just about life and stuff.
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Thanks for the offer. I thought I did follow your other blog. What was the name? I follow so many.
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nijntjesbabadook on word press. The invite went to ‘nightwriter’ I like the pun BTW, used to watch that show as a kid! LoL
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Cool. I will follow. Thanks.
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I’ve never read anything like what you just wrote here…you have turned it around in a way I cant put words to. Being a parent myself, I see the little kid reach out through your own lines, and one feels the need to apologise for the bruise there. Unsure how to say anything at all, except that one wants to reach out to that time and erase the needless abuse. You’ve done brilliantly with it all… your work is a vehicle and travels deep and beyond the bruise of human frailty. Its what makes writers of words like swords – double edged weapons of grace& sensitivity; qualifies pain in a way that morphs cruelty into a incredibly powered oasis. Respect.
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Wow, you write beautifully! You brought these moments to life in such a visceral way… I felt both the magic and the terror. I can see why your novels are also written as screenplays. Wishing you much success!
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You are so kind. Thank you so much for your beautiful words of encouragement.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
CUTE KID—SMILES LIKE A LITTLE ANGEL—!!!! 🙂
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Thanks
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DITTO—for producing pecks of provokingly passionate posts!
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LOL
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Wow! What a beautiful and sad story all in one. So sad your father did not understand your joy of reading. Glad to see you have kept on writing!
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It is sad that he didn’t see the beauty of reading. Thank you for reading my story. Thank you do much
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You are very welcome! Keep writing. You have a lot to share!
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Thanks.
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To have gone through what you had and grew up to be such an amazing and joyous person to connect with here. The love of books and reading and writing them can really take a person to an unknown world they don’t want to leave. Keep doing what you do, and putting smiles on our faces. ❤
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That is very kind of you to say that. An amazing comment that touches my heart like you could never know.
It was a difficult period of my life, but it taught me one thing. It showed me everything I didn’t want to
be as a man. I have always tried to be the complete opposite of my father.
Thank you for taking the time out to read and leave such a gorgeous and heart warming comment. It really
\means so much to me . Thank you.
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You are most welcome. I can relate in a way to what you’ve been through. It’s tough, but as you break free from it and heal, you become the best version of yourself. And wanting better for yourself, and that’s including the people who you have in your space. I’m glad to know such a beautiful spirited person like you.
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Very touched by your words. So happy to connect with you as well.
Thank you for your support. I always try to be everything my father was not.
Thank you.
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It’s a great honour to know such wisdom words about you and you have a great blog.
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Humbled by your amazing words. Thank you so juch for reading and for your kind words. I am thrilled and flattered. Thanks so much
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I’m so sorry your Dad treated you in such a way! It is so hard, sometimes, to be the intuitive, intelligent person in such a world. Your blessings and talents are often overlooked until you are an adult. It takes years to overcome such words and events, but eventually, it does happen. Forgiving their ignorance is the only way that I have been able to move on from the bullies of my past. But I also thank them, for they have also shaped me into who I am. You are a good man, Drew, and I’m glad that you were able to follow the dreams of your heart.
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What can I say about my Dad. He had a hard life before I came along. So I forgive him.
Forgiveness is a wondefrful thing. By forgiving my father and is ignorance I was able to move on
and become the person I am.
Thank you for your beautiful words and praise. YOu almost have me in tears. Well, your words and the wine.
Thank you
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Oh my friend…Reading your comments to me has more than once brought a year to my eye… in aagoid way. Xxx No don’t get too drunk before your vacation. You don’t want to fly with a hangover! 😁
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LOL . I won’t. I am . so ecited at this chance to make a major change in my life.
Thank you for your caring words.
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My first thought echoed the thoughts of so many of the comments I read after that this was so sad. I felt your pain and hurt. You shared such an important part of who you are in such a powerful way, that it can make anyone feel that they know you so much better for having read it. I am honoured to be able to read your words. Thank you.
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Humbled by your beautiful reaction to my post. Your words touched me in ways you may never know.
Yeah, our past plays such a major role in forming the adult we become.
Honored that you took the time to read this and to share your flattering thoughts. Really touched
by your kind gesture. Thank you so much for sharing yur words and helping to heal the hurt.
Forever grateful.
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True,my dear!! Words can heals somebody.
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Words are very powerful.
They can hurt and heal.
Thanks for reading.
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Yeah you are right.i am agreed.dear!!
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Roots are in chilhood is the main reason of one’s personality.development of your personality is done by your mom,dear dew!!
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I agree with you 100%
Thank you for reading this old post.
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Most welcome ,my dear dew!! Today ,all day i read your mostly post written in 2015.nice posts,my dear!! I saw your daughter’s photo when she is in thirteen age.most wise and cute girl.you are lucky father.
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Smiling. Thank you so much Aruna. She is coming here to take care of me after my surgery
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Oh.wonderful news.only daughter cares of her perent very well.now you will not feel alone in hospital.say her my love,my dear friend.!!
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Yes, she will be coming to cook and take care of me. Maybe Ally will come too.
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Both news are best for you.my dear friend!!
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