When I first met him it was through my best friend. He fancied her more so at the time. And as our years in college rolled by he became the loser. He involved himself in criminal activities, hung around the wrong people, and before I knew it he became the 30 year old Greek still trying to be down with the homies. He was no longer cute no longer smooth just....there.
Yet as I watched him fall through the skies of cool to the grounds of uncouth, I understood how he a man of stature was struggling with his fall from grace. He was the people pleaser, and I being one myself I recognized all of the signs. He committed crime, only to be revered as “The Man.” The man he lacked in his own life, the man that his frat was inspired by, and the “ladies” man all of his boys took notes from. Yet the fakes that surrounded him neglected to tell him that being caught in such an act would result in reputational homicide.
And on that crisp and cold November Day he was slandered by the lies, and mauled by the revelations that his “friends” were his ultimate haters planning his demise. And so he sat in that court room and watched as each one put on their play. Each monologue perfectly spoken as if it had been practiced for days.
So when the judge asks, “ Young man is there anything you’d like to say?”
He stood in the sea of lies, while his reality crashed like waves against his body crushing the innocence that was left inside of him.
He choked, “I’ve made a mistake...... and i’ll take the consequences.” His hopes and dreams shattered into pieces, as each tear rolled down his cheeks.
He was no longer mastering the storm, he had become overwhelmed by it.
His mind played the jury as his Soul played the judge, and there his heart stood waiting to be sentenced.
As he took his last breath as a free man, he listened to what his judge had said,
“For your wrong doings I sentence you to life, learn how to grow and don’t make these mistakes twice.”
