We all have a past, some of us have a past we are not proud of, sometimes we even hide it. I know my past is pretty bad, I wasn’t the best of people for a good 5 or so years, and then again for another year or so more recently. I did some pretty horrible things growing up, I made some really horrible choices and hurt some very wonderful people. I screwed up a lot and was on a pretty decent downward spiral. The majority of people I know don’t know the details, if they know any of it. I’m cool with that. My past is in the past. My past helped me learn and develop into the woman I am today. I am who I am in the here and now, not who I was 10 years ago. The people that do know the down and dirty? I hope that they see me for who I am, not who I was… because God knows it’s hard to not pass judgement.
When I look at someone I try to see the real person in front of me. I try and gauge them by current choices and by actions in the present. I take them as they are and learn to love them for who they are and who they are becoming. A lot of people I know have very checkered pasts. Some of them did too many drugs, some of them made poor decisions that ended them in trouble with the police, some of them were thrown into some pretty unpredictable circumstances that they couldn’t control… all of which still haunt them. You know what I see though? I don’t see the ex-drug addict, I don’t see the felon, I don’t see abused/beaten down/broken people. I see a good wife, I see a wonderful riding partner, I see a great father. I see someone who spends their time now digging gardens instead of doing drugs. I see someone who spends time with their children instead of breaking laws. I see someone who professionally rides street bikes instead of hopping from couch to couch. I see a successful employee, a family man, a husband, a wife. I see laughs, happiness, love, children, homes, careers and life.
Everyone you know makes mistakes, some of us just make some more severe ones. Everyone you know has a past and whether or not they like it a future. Don’t look at who a person was, just who they are, who they have the potential to be. It’s called being open. It’s called being loving. It’s called being accepting and in some cases it’s called giving someone a chance even when others say they don’t deserve one. Everyone is something to someone. Not just what they did before, but what they do now.