The *th Wonder of the World

2001 1 April

Liberty John Junior

You know in life there are times when we do something out of anger. When we just act without taking any time to think. May be ending up doing these crazy things out of anger. Those things we do, after doing, we end up feeling guilty. We end up wishing if we hadn't done it at the first place.

You know in life there are situations that always leave us lost in life. If in a computer, you would use the undo button. But my question is there really an undo button in our lives.

Now here is a story

My name is Liberty Zvoushe. I am 68 years old. Most of you think that I was born like this. I am Blind, I cannot walk, I have no living parent, no wife or kids. I want to tell you that I was once upon a time in my life walking around and running around just like you all do. I used to have a wife and lovely kids. But all, even I myself I cannot believe it, they are all gone. Here I am on my own.

I was 28 Years old when I got married to my wife Sophia. We met in the Beer Hall. I thought she was the right model for my life. We were real close friends because we drank together and shared drugs. The two-month-old relationship leads into our marriage. My mom was not pleased with me because she only got to know that I was married 8 months after I have been living with my wife. Besides I didn't tell her. An old friend of mine told her. Most of all she didn't like the way my wife and I drank.

Every time she would try to tell me the way to live, I would hate her more. We both didn't like her at all. We wished if she could go somewhere she would never come back for the rest of her life. She always tried to explain to my wife the dangers of alcohol if consumed when pregnant. At one time she even got us to a drug-counseling center. There the situation was really hostile for both of us. It was like she almost got us arrested and left in hell.

Our first-born, Faith was born. She was very beautiful but was handicapped. My wife and I hated my mom to the last point. We thought she was responsible since once long back said something about the baby being deformed. Now there she was. I thought my mom was some kind of a witch. One day the doctor explained to my wife why the baby was like that. She understood and instead of hating my mom she began to blame herself and me also.

Raising faith was not so easy. We needed help. Sophia thought my mom was one of those people we can get the best help from. She went and apologized. In a few days, they were very close friends. Sophia would spend most of her time visiting my mom. I at one time told her that I never wanted to see her anywhere near my mom but she couldn't stop visiting her. We lived on like that.

Five years later, Sophia had completely changed. She was now going to church. She no longer could ever come with me to the beer hall. There was only one person to hate for that. That could only be my mom. Sophia with the help from my mom, she was managing faith so well. By the end of the year we had another very beautiful daughter. This one had no problems. She was just a normal baby.

I now hated Sophia for just being like my mother, telling me to pray before I go to bed. This was all "Oh thanks to my mom. One day my mom almost got me to the drug center again. I just thought I had to do something with her. I didn't like her at all. I rarely visited her. I would only go there when following my wife and kids other ways they wouldn't come back.

Now my family had been with my mom for a whole week now. I thought I would teach my mom a lesson once and for having corrupted my wife and all she had done. I bought some dynamites. I would go, give her and tell them that they are some candles I brought her from the U S A. I did exactly that. She was so happy. I thought I was so clever; I gave them to her when my family and I were leaving the place. Without any of us knowing, my mom gave one of the dynamites to Faith as a present.

We left for our home. Good-bye to my mom, I though it was. On our way my car broke down about 5 kilometers from my mom's home. I thought I would go back home for a better battery since it was the problem we had on our car. I was only about 700 meters away from the van. It was dark in the car so Faith thought she would use the American Candle she got from her granny. The dynamite, of cause. I was shocked with the noise of the explosion, which sends me flying the opposite direction.

I was now on the ground. All I could hear the shuttering sound of glasses. I could see the van thrown up in flame. When it came down, I couldn't hear its noise when it crushed down. May be because there was nothing left. No one came out. The flame was so huge that I couldn't go anywhere near it. I just couldn't wait there and watch as the destroying fire was consuming my family. Neither could I do anything to help them.

I didn't know which way to turn. I didn't know which way to go. I couldn't believe it myself but I just saw myself running to my mom. When I got home I banked and knocked on the door as if I was out of my mind. Mom could not understand why I was doing all that yelling. May be as a way of trying to prove that she appreciated my presents for her, she came to open the door holding also the American candle, the dynamite ablaze. I just told her that the whole family was gone.

On seeing what she was holding, I just grabbed it away from her, run to a safe distance, threw it away but before it could get anywhere, it blew up a few meters away from my face. I was not even sure if I was dead or alive. It is a miracle that I am here like this now. I woke up in the hospital after being on a comma for two and a half months. There I was, Blind and unable to walk.

For the past 34 years, I have been like this. I lived half of my life a normal life and the other half the other way. Now I have nothing else to live for except for the name my wife and my mom has been trying to tell me to live on during the days of their lives. May be if I had listened, I would have been just like all of you. Sophia and the kids would have been here with me.

Friends and relatives, this is the lesson I learned in my life. It is not easy to live for the past 34 years blaming myself for the decision I made just in a matter of seconds. It didn't take me minutes to come up with the idea of dynamites. Yes may be I was angry, but where have my anger got me to.

You might be angry today, but soon or later, you will no longer be angry. Don't let your anger control you or your life. You control it instead. Some of the things we do out of anger, we cannot undo them.

Don't lead your life into the way I am living mine.
Avoid being angry at all times.

With the little white lies.

I end here.