Lamb of God - My Dad Was About To Jump Down And I Did Not Stop Him!
Eventually, my dad closed his furniture shop.
Since young my impression of my dad was he was a very bad tempered person.
I could still remembered when I was around 4 year-old (I had superb memory when I was a little boy) staying in Christmas Island, one night my dad and my mum were quarrelling, I was on the canvass bed and they were just standing around my bed. My dad was yelling at my mum, I remembered my mum asked him to stop yelling coz' we (my younger sister and me) were so frightened and crying, but he did not.
Since young, my dad always made a big fuss out of very little thing. He would slammed the door, he also liked to slam the hammer (he was a carpenter, so he had all these tools) against the table, I guess this was his way for letting out his frustration, but praise the Lord, he never hit us.
He quit smoking when he had an asthmatic attack, he was not a drinker though he loved a can of beer a day. Though he did not really gamble at the race course or at the casino, he spent a lot of money on 4-D and Toto. A few hundred dollars each week.
When we were little children, my sister and I used to complain why we had such a horrible father. How nice if our father was like someone's father.
Anyway, looking back now, he was not that very worst, at least he supported us our study and he was faithful to my mum. Praise the Lord.
When he closed down his business, he and his brother (my uncle) started working for people, people used to be his suppliers. It was tough, he was the boss but now he had to take orders from those he used to give orders.
Both of them could not take it, they quarreled with colleagues and bosses and they job hopped.
The dad's temper was getting worse, almost everyday, he quarreled with my mum.
One night, I was awaken in the middle of the night because they were quarrelling in the bedroom, I had to jump down from my bed and shouted at their room to ask them to 'shut up' as I needed to work the following day.
The water kept boiling until one evening, they were quarrelling again. This time, my dad smashed a glass cup onto the floor, my mum was so angry, she asked him to "go to die". My dad was so mad that he lost his senses, took his key to open the door, wanting to jump down from our apartment at the 10th storey.
My sis and I were just standing next to the door, we did not stop him. In fact, we always wanted to live our lives without him, we had so much pain in us that we wished he was not our dad.
We were looking at him fumbling to open the main door to the corridor as if he was a stranger to us. It was really sad!
The moment he was about to open the door, my mum shorted at us "Stop him, no matter what has happened, he is your father!", we woke up and pulled him back. My mind was totally blank then. I was like a robot following instruction, I and my sister pulled him back, forced him to sit down and tried to calm him down.
Until now, I am still not sure why I did not stop him.
Was I really had no feeling for him or I did not believe he would jump down.
But, praise the Lord, at least the worst did not happen that I would regret for the rest of my life.
Lamb of God Gift of Faith
Since young my impression of my dad was he was a very bad tempered person.
I could still remembered when I was around 4 year-old (I had superb memory when I was a little boy) staying in Christmas Island, one night my dad and my mum were quarrelling, I was on the canvass bed and they were just standing around my bed. My dad was yelling at my mum, I remembered my mum asked him to stop yelling coz' we (my younger sister and me) were so frightened and crying, but he did not.
Since young, my dad always made a big fuss out of very little thing. He would slammed the door, he also liked to slam the hammer (he was a carpenter, so he had all these tools) against the table, I guess this was his way for letting out his frustration, but praise the Lord, he never hit us.
He quit smoking when he had an asthmatic attack, he was not a drinker though he loved a can of beer a day. Though he did not really gamble at the race course or at the casino, he spent a lot of money on 4-D and Toto. A few hundred dollars each week.
When we were little children, my sister and I used to complain why we had such a horrible father. How nice if our father was like someone's father.
Anyway, looking back now, he was not that very worst, at least he supported us our study and he was faithful to my mum. Praise the Lord.
When he closed down his business, he and his brother (my uncle) started working for people, people used to be his suppliers. It was tough, he was the boss but now he had to take orders from those he used to give orders.
Both of them could not take it, they quarreled with colleagues and bosses and they job hopped.
The dad's temper was getting worse, almost everyday, he quarreled with my mum.
One night, I was awaken in the middle of the night because they were quarrelling in the bedroom, I had to jump down from my bed and shouted at their room to ask them to 'shut up' as I needed to work the following day.
The water kept boiling until one evening, they were quarrelling again. This time, my dad smashed a glass cup onto the floor, my mum was so angry, she asked him to "go to die". My dad was so mad that he lost his senses, took his key to open the door, wanting to jump down from our apartment at the 10th storey.
My sis and I were just standing next to the door, we did not stop him. In fact, we always wanted to live our lives without him, we had so much pain in us that we wished he was not our dad.
We were looking at him fumbling to open the main door to the corridor as if he was a stranger to us. It was really sad!
The moment he was about to open the door, my mum shorted at us "Stop him, no matter what has happened, he is your father!", we woke up and pulled him back. My mind was totally blank then. I was like a robot following instruction, I and my sister pulled him back, forced him to sit down and tried to calm him down.
Until now, I am still not sure why I did not stop him.
Was I really had no feeling for him or I did not believe he would jump down.
But, praise the Lord, at least the worst did not happen that I would regret for the rest of my life.
Lamb of God Gift of Faith
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