Forgiveness pt. 2

So I last left you with a question about forgiveness & how hard it is to do under circumstances that were unbecoming on both sides.
Honestly, it's still taking time to work out, but we did manage to have a civil discussion & in the end, both of us decided it was better to work things out then to let something that, let's face it, is petty in the long run, ruin what was once a brothership (brothership you ask, that's not a word is it? It is now bitches! Doesn't feel like a brotherhood, closer really, and friendship just isn't strong enough. So, brothership. There you go, a new word & definition brought to you by the fat one. Enjoy). We both agree, we can't go back to how it was & we know it'll take time & effort to get the trust back, but who knows, in the end it could possibly be greater then it ever was.
I can't speak for him (guess he needs to start a blog huh?) But I myself am looking forward to seeing where this thing ends up.
So let me challenge you, is there a torn relationship over trivial, petty differences in your life? Do you miss that person? Do you sometimes look at their picture or see them on your social networking site but you just can't bring yourself to make that first step? Don't let this ruin what could be your own beautiful brother/sistership. Sometimes, it takes the bigger man/woman to make that first step. Who knows, maybe they have been feeling the same about you.
Think about it.

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Respect and Honor For The Dead

I was watching a movie this weekend, Taking Chance with Kevin Bacon. It's a very touching and sad. It is also based on a true story. It shows the story of an officer transporting the body of a deceased Marine back home to his family. It touched me that in every stop they made or every place they drove through people showed respect for this fallen soldier, either turning on their headlights, or hands over their hearts.
I can remember the first time I ever saw I funeral possession. It was for my great grandmother, and I was a pallbearer. We had a police escort through several different counties, and I can remember seeing the officers flying past us to block an intersection, getting out of the car and putting their hands over their hearts as we drove past. I can remember seeing cars pulling off to the side of the road and turning their headlights on. I asked my dad why they did this and he told me it was a way to show respect not only for my great grandmother but for us the family as well. He told me if I ever see a funeral possession going past me pull over, turn on the headlights and turn down the radio.
This has stuck with me and ever since if I see one go past, I do exactly that. I saw a funeral possession last week and two things made me kinda sad and mad. 1: There were only five cars in the possession 2: Only a few cars including myself pulled over, while most people kept driving past. I wanna touch on the second point first. What is the problem? Are we not teaching our children anymore ways of respect? I question this but I already know the answer. No. If it doesn't directly effect us then it doesn't matter to us anymore. This pains me, I know I'm just as guilty in some aspects as others and I am trying my best to correct these faults of my own.
Which brings me to my first point. Five people. Really? It made me question my actions in my life. I always said if I just touched one person in my life and made a difference then it was all worth it, but is that really how I want it to be? Maybe. I do know that when I die I don't want anyone crying and sad at my funeral. You have your own personal time for that. I want my funeral to be a celebration of my life and the good things I've done and how I helped you in your life. I know people say this all the time and it never happens but I hope that's how my funeral plays out.
My challenge to you: Remember you don't know when it's your time so live life to the fullest. If it's not to much trouble or an inconvenience, show a little respect for others either alive or passed on. You might just make a difference in someones life whether you ever know it or not.