Please i want a some paragraph on. Report on getting a surprise birthday party
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My friends and family held a surprise birthday party for me last Saturday night. I have no idea how they pulled it off. I can usually unearth any plans made for surprises, and my sister did almost give it away. Yet, when I walked in the door, totally unsuspecting, I just about peed my pants when they yelled, “SURPRISE!” I did jump back in fright. Was that really fair to do to a woman who spent the last 18 years in prison?
It was wonderful to be surrounded by all of the people (with the exception of a few who live out of state and some who live out of country), who have impacted my life on such a deep scale. I had family--my cousin, mother, stepfather, sister, niece and brother-in-law. I had my friends--people I met in prison, people I knew before prison and people I have just recently met on the outside.
The party itself and the ability to be with these people was a gift in itself. I can never forget to thank God and Governor Blunt for the opportunity to be free.
But there was one disappointment. One person hurt another one's feelings. It has taken me 37 years to make a profound realization. I have discovered that people will never be who I want them to be. Yes, it is true, I cannot make another behave the way I want them to simply because I wish it were so.
This startling breakthrough occurred during my birthday party. As I looked upon the people whom I love and that love me, I realized I have a choice. I can be upset about the quirks and wish they would change, or accept them as they are and love them either in spite of it--or maybe even because of it.
It is hard to celebrate who a person is, because there will always be some action they take which will wound us, other people cannot help it. They can try, but some way, somehow, hurt feelings, disappointment, and disillusionment are certain to occur.
I made a choice last Saturday night. I will accept the person, faults and all, and love them BECAUSE of it. I may not always understand, or agree with their choices, but I don’t have to in order to accept them. The only way to be free is to cut the strings associated with love.