THE PEAR TREE

pear-tree

Much of my blog has been taken up with writing about my friend, Ramiro Gonzales.  This is because much of my life is focused on him and possibly his final weeks on this earth.

A couple of weeks ago I asked Ramiro if he would like for me to post something on his behalf.

This is his offering.

There was a man who had four sons.  He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things so quickly, so he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in the summer and the youngest in the fall.

When they had all gone and returned, he called them all together to describe what they had seen.  The first son said that the tree was ugly and bent and twisted.  The second son said, no, it was covered with buds and full of promise.  The third son said, I disagree.  It was laden with blossoms that smell so sweet and looked so beautifully, it was one of the most graceful things I had ever seen.  The last son disagreed with all of them.  He said that the tree was ripe and drooping with fruit full of life and fulfillment.  

The father then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the trees life.  He told them that you cannot judge a tree, (OR A PERSON), by only one season, and that the quintessential essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy and love that come form that life can only be measured at the end when all the seasons are up.  If we give up when it is winter, we will miss the promise of their spring, the beauty of their summer and the fulfillment of their fall.

Mahatma Gandhi, who understood many of the godly attributes greater than our average man, made two very profound statements that have always stayed with me.  When asked about a biblical command, “what do you say about an eye for an eye?” Gandhi responded that, “if we all lived by an eye for an eye, THE ENTIRE WORLD WOLD BE BLIND.”  The second is this, “I would be a Christian it it weren’t for Christians,” but think about this second truth, and apply it to the world around us in general.  I could be good, and know what it means to love, care, be considerate, and reach out to others, “IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.”  Our world has no good in it.  All people fall short, and all are blind to the truth of us, as human beings, and therefore shade ourselves from it by this abject perfection.  Those who condemned, who believe they are better than others and have the right to point fingers, must live the most miserable lives because our world is not perfect.  How sad to condemn, despise, reject, and hate others and have our children who will be the ones to govern our world when we are old to do the same.  This attitude has placed our world and made our world the way that it is now.  Children who curse their parents, and much more because we as people have led them and taught them to hate.  We have been negligent to get involved in their lives as children and learn to love them and teach them to do the same.

The forces that hate fuel my purpose to love.  Yes, I have made mistakes in my life, but they do not define my character, I am better than those mistakes, and greater, if only people would give me that chance to prove it instead of swinging swords.  Or does the truth of me being able to be better than some others despite my mistakes offend our common man?  My achievements, though small, mean the world to me because I overcame, and became better, and this is what all those who have or are going through the issues that I suffered from, the drug abuse, the alcohol, and sexual abuse as a child, the abandonment from my own mother and family, those who pray, and hope, and wish that somebody would just help them, love them and accept them despite their mistakes, to have someone, someone strong enough to care to help them and lift them from the pit they dug, yeah, to those guys who can relate to my struggles, know this: the strength lies within your own heart.  We are better, and we are greater and we can overcome, and be made new, just like the proverbial phoenix, we too must burn to ashes the slander, hatred and rejection to be made new.  Yeah, to those guys and gals, keep your head up and endeavor to live, to love, to care cause no one else who is perfect does.  They hate me, but I love them.  And that’s a force that can never be taken away or die.

Ramiro mailed this to me and I typed it out, but the words are his and I tried to copy it as true to how I received it as possible.

Love and light,

signature (& Ramiro)

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