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>What is forgiveness?

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“I forgive you.”

They are three simple little words but I’ve begun to wonder, after watching a documentary called Forgiving Dr. Mengele, if people really know what it means to forgive. What is the meaning of it? What does forgiveness do for the offender and the forgiver?

The documentary was about a woman named Eva Kor and her struggle throughout her life to overcome her time during the Holocaust as one of Dr. Mengele’s human guinea pigs. She was part of a pair of twins, her sister being Miriam, and the family was taken to Auschwitz where Dr. Mengele was doing horrific experiments on dozens of sets of twins. He injected things into the children that people still can’t identify today because he never explained his experiments to anyone and no files of his have been found regarding the Mengele twins. He injected both Eva and Miriam with something that nearly killed them at the time and stunted the growth of Miriam’s kidneys forever. Eva donated her own kidney to Miriam decades after the fact but without knowing what Mengele injected into her, she died even after receiving the new kidney.

Eva has dedicated her life to three things: 1) no longer allowing herself to be a victim, 2) educating children about the Holocaust, and, 3) forgiving the Nazis. All three of these things are linked for her because through forgiving the Nazis, namely Dr. Mengele, she has freed herself from living as a victim and her message of peace through forgiveness is the basis of her educational work. The affects of the Holocaust are still with her in many ways but she has used forgiveness as an empowerment tool so that fear and anger no longer control her in regards to the Holocaust. She has met with a few Nazis and gone to Auschwitz many times as well. Most of the Mengele twins refuse to condone her forgiveness and refuse to even speak to her. They admittedly have not been able to pull themselves out of the darkness of Auschwitz and one woman in particular admitted that she just doesn’t know how to be happy or feel happiness.

The heart of the documentary’s theme was getting to the center of what forgiveness is and what it does to people. I realized from watching people’s reactions in talking to Eva that they don’t understand her position because they haven’t fully defined what forgiveness is for themselves. Many asked her what her criteria was for forgiveness and went on to point out that not enough has been done for the Nazis to earn it. In Eva’s point of view, forgiveness is not something you offer to people who deserve it while handing out revenge instead to those who don’t deserve to be forgiven. Revenge only causes pain for everyone involved and doesn’t solve anything, in her opinion. Forgiveness is something you have to create from within for your own peace and freedom without expecting any sort of reaction from the offender. “I forgive you,” means, “I’m letting go of the pain you inflicted upon me and I will no longer be held prisoner by it. I’m letting go of past negativity in order to regain control of my life.” I agree with Eva on those points. Forgiveness is not about the other person. It’s about yourself.

The most difficult act of forgiveness in my life was not on the scale of Eva Kor forgiving the Nazis but it was extremely difficult and took years. I was sexually abused as a minor by my ex-stepfather. For a long time, I went through life with my head stuck in the sand, going through bouts of depression and being suicidal, etc., before I realized that he was never going to face justice or show remorse for what he did to me. I reached a crossroads where I had to choose between drowning in the control he still had over my life and eventually killing myself, or realizing that I had the choice to make peace with it and regain control of my life without his apology or witnessing revenge. What he did was illegal and he should have been put in jail but by the point of reconciling it, he was long gone and seeking revenge wasn’t going to change the fact that I had been sexually abused. If I had done something to ruin his life, it would have given me satisfaction for a little while but my own psychological damage would have still been there and I would have been right back at square one as soon as the momentary satisfaction wore off.

I had no choice but to forgive him, let go of the past, and move on to regain control of my life. It’s a lot easier said than done, of course, and a very long process. Forgiveness gives you freedom in the sense that you recognize that what was done to you was evil and wrong but the way you cope with any psychological damage in your future is fully within your control. People don’t have control over you if they are no longer in your life unless you’re allowing past hurt and damage to control you. Yes, I still suffer with some of the after-affects of sexual abuse. I occasionally have nightmares, I do not enjoy sexual contact with men and got very good at pretending just to please them, I don’t touch or hug or show physical affection much at all, among other things. The difference is I take control of my own damage and I work toward healing myself, having nothing to do with what my ex-stepfather did to me. What he did was not my fault but lying down and remaining a victim for the rest of my life would be my fault if I allowed that to happen.

I forgave my ex-stepfather a long time ago. His actions will not determine my future.

What does forgiveness mean to you? If you think of the worst thing that was ever done to you, do you think you could find a way to forgive and take back that piece of your life?

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>The Christmas Barbie

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I was a little girl kind of obsessed with Barbie. I watched the commercials and thought how cool it was that one woman could be a rock star, astronaut, veterinarian, etc., and be beautiful while doing all of those things. Barbie was everything I couldn’t be due to my disability (I hadn’t yet learned that my disability never mattered and I could do whatever I wanted). Girls in the hospital wards with me acted out plays and skits with their Barbies. We were very poor people in my first several years of life, so Barbie was very low on the priority list. I had several generic dolls that were a lot cheaper but little girls in St. Louis needed the status symbols of real things. It wasn’t unlike being an adult and feeling the need for a Louis Vuitton bag to feel like you’re just like everybody else. So when Christmas came each year, I always wanted Barbies.

When you’re a small child, you tend to be innocent to many of the struggles your parents endure and I was not aware of our poverty much of the time. As a six-year-old, I lived with my grandmother while my mother tried to build a more stable life for us. Christmas morning that year was the biggest I had ever seen. My mother came to visit and the Christmas tree seemed completely engulfed by boxes wrapped in brightly colored paper. That was a day I would never forget. One of the last presents I opened was my very own Barbie. It was the real thing! She stared out from her pink box and wore a gorgeous, long, fluffy pink tutu. The late 1980s were notorious for overdoing things like that but it was the most fabulous thing I had ever seen. She was a ballerina with perfect blonde hair and big blue eyes, just like me (that Halloween, I had gone as a ballerina). And then, I opened another present – a flat box – and found real Barbie clothes to go with my new doll. I truthfully thought I was the luckiest little girl on the planet.

Other Barbies followed in the years to come but that one was important. As an adult looking back on it now, I can use my ballerina Barbie of girlhood to teach an important moral lesson. You see, my family had not given me those gifts for Christmas that year. I wasn’t told until I was much, much older but the only reason why I had gifts that year was because the Salvation Army and various local churches had donated toys and things to needy children throughout St. Louis. I was a “needy child” for much of my early life. A stranger bought that Barbie and donated it without knowing what child would receive it. At the time, it was so important to me. When you donate toys and things to needy children, you are giving them hope and inspiring their imagination toward greater things. The kindness of others gave me one of the most important Christmases of my childhood. I encourage all of you to buy an extra toy or an extra coat this year when you’re shopping for your own children and help other parents give their children hope.

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>Jon Knight Got Run Over By A JJ

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>A few years ago, I rewrote O Holy Night to be O Holy Shorts. The muse has moved me again, thanks to Dena always teasing Jon about what she terms as fugly shoes (it’s all fun, no worries). So I rewrote Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer to be Jon Knight Got Run Over By A JJ. Enjoy.

Jon Knight got run over by a JJ
after Dena stole the fugly shoes.
You can say there’s no such thing as nice shoes.
But as for me and Donnie, we believe.

He’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog.
And we’d begged him not to shop.
But he’d forgot his New Kids stylist,
and he staggered all the way to Payless Shoes.

When we found him Christmas mornin’,
locked inside South Shore Plaza.
He had velcro on Frankenfoot,
And incriminatin’ mandals in his bag.

Jon Knight got run over by a JJ
after Dena stole the fugly shoes.
You can say there’s no such thing as nice shoes.
But as for me and Donnie, we believe.

Now we’re all so proud of Donnie.
He’s been takin’ this so well.
See him in there watchin’ Celtics,
drinkin’ Red Bull and playin’ cards with Joe Mac.

It’s not fashion without Jon Knight.
New Kids stylist wouldn’t work hard.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we praise the fugly shoes or tell the truth?
(Tell the truth!)

Jon Knight got run over by a JJ
after Dena stole the fugly shoes.
You can say there’s no such thing as nice shoes.
But as for me and Donnie, we believe.

Now JJ got a flat tire.
And Jon took off running.
And made a block without shoes,
since Dena dumped them in a Christmas bonfire.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors.
“Better get him some new shoes.”
They should never give a stylist,
to a man who drives a truck and plays with tools.

Jon Knight got run over by a JJ
after Dena stole the fugly shoes.
You can say there’s no such thing as nice shoes.
But as for me and Donnie, we believe.
(Sing it, Donnie!)

Jon Knight got run over by a JJ
after Dena stole the fugly shoes.
You can say there’s no such thing as nice shoes.
But as for me and Donnie, we believe.

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