Join Date: Jul 2019
Location: Political and climate refugee in Texas.
Do you ever un-do the bad karma?
Thisis something I have wondered about.
In my teens, I was a gang member in Washington D.C. and did some pretty bad things. We lived in a bad part of town, and it was outright survival. By the time I was 14, I had used a knife on someone, and by 18 had shot someone in an alley. Keeping a roof over our heads and food in the kitchen meant we stole things to fence. My Uncle Sonny came up and bounced me off a few walls, and gave me four choices, army, navy, marines, or Air Force. I don't like hights and flying, I didn't want to be stuck on a boat out on the ocean and being first up a beach didn't seem cool to me. I chose army and figured I could learn something in the way of a trade in the engineers.
I found new mentors of the non criminal sort, and my life was saved by Sgt. First class Mouton. I'm not sure what he saw in me, but he too kicked men the rear end and told me to get my head out from where the sun don't shine. In spite of myself, he made me a soldier, and I got a soldier of the month award, and then soldier of the quarter. I never went back to the old neighborhood, and spent the next few decades making a new life for my self that didn't involve stealing and fighting.
I spent the rest of my life since trying to live up to what I thought set. Mouton would do, and he was the biggest example of what kind of person I wanted to be. I never knew my father, he was gone from the scene when I was a kid, and the guy Ray who ran the gang was the only adult male I had for any kind of guidance.
So, not being a real religious type, I'm not really sure how works out. I guess I was a real bastid as a teen, and had lottos bad karma built up. Ever since I left toehold neighborhood and went on the army, I never committed another crime, and got married, and three kids that went to college and are doing better than anyone I know. Grandkids are fine and one is going to be vet, the other is a whiz kid in cyber security and already has been recruited for a good paying job with a financial institution. I've never told them about my teenaged years, and I don't know how to tell them, so it may go unspoken of. All they know is I came from a rat hole neighborhood.
Soooo, living a good clean life for the past 50 years, do you ever live down the bad karma from the good?
Now as a white bearded senior citizen much closer the end than the beginning, I wonder.
Don't over do it, just enough will do.
Last edited by cb51; 08-23-2019 at 01:18 AM.
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