My brother grew up just like any other teenage boy. He was raised in church, but like any other child, had to be dragged by his ears on those Sundays he wasn’t quite “feeling it”. He got saved when he was young and became a member of your typical Baptist church. He had the blondest hair on a boy that I had ever seen, as well as some of the bluest eyes. His voice …show more content…
Many do not see the importance in this event, but it has impacted my life in several ways. Because of my brother’s death, I had more restrictions. My dad limited who I could ride in a car with and where I could go. That still happens to this day. I recall this one specific time that I was not allowed to go to a party and did not understand why. I asked my dad why I was not allowed to go. Then it finally dawned on me. He was afraid. Not that I would do anything wrong, but that somebody else might. He always told me, “I already lost one child, I can’t lose another.” Losing my brother taught me a few important lessons. One, always tell people that you love them. You never know the last time you are going to see them. Another thing is to not take anything, especially your life, for granted. Lance was only 25 when he got killed in 2008. If he were to still be alive today he would be 32;however, that is still fairly young. What I am getting at is that no one knows when their last breath may be, so don’t waste your life on things that don’t make you happy. Also, do not do things that could shorten or waste your life for …show more content…
I could have been spending the past seven years hating the person who killed my brother, but I understand that is not what God wants. Matthew 6: 14-15 says: “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins”. Living with hate in your heart is not only a waste of time, it is a sin. Most importantly, because of this event, I saw my sister’s transformation from a restless wanderer, to a child of God. There is something good in every bad situation. Because of the things that I got out of my brother’s death, I could hardly find a reason to be sad. Yes, it hurt. Yes, a part of my family, my life, was missing, but there were so many good things I learned and that emerged from my experience. This is the reason I have come to understand that even in the darkest of times there is a light. It may be far away at the end of the tunnel, and you may think you can never reach it. But I promise you, the light is not an illusion. The tunnel