When Did Sh*t Change?

I think it changed when he called me an "easy target". Until that point, he could have gotten any and everything from me. I would have followed him to the end of the earth because I thought he was intellegent and God-fearing; until then. When he made that comment, I saw him for what he truly was, a real retard. You ever watch these movies where demons or aliens are disguised as human beings and it takes someone special or special glasses to discern them? Well, with that statement, the guise he was wearing fell away.

How could a good person look at anyone who has been a constant source of encouragement and support as an "easy target"? That's like spitting in a someone's face after they have taken a bullet for you. How could someone who's motives were pure think of someone else as something to be taken advantage of? Certainly, the person who views their blessings in this way will no longer continue to have favor.

Eerily enough, since making that statement, his life has been met with challenge upon challenge. From the outside, it looks like it is in a downward spiral. Ironically, the "easy target" is in position to make it worse. If I were to do that thing which sits in my mind and I know comes from the least Christian part of my soul, I know it would be devastating. I am tempted, by the evil I know exist in me, to do it just to see the fallout! However, daily I pray for God to keep me grounded and focused. I pray that he does not allow me to think on how I was disrepected for trying to love someone who does not know what love is. I ask God to keep my anger from swelling, so that I do not do something that causes this stupid man to lose one of the best gifts God has ever given him; a friend.

Therefore, he can smile, feeling that everything is right in our world. He can enjoy cordial conversation, thinking that tomorrow will be as it was yesterday. I, however, don't think I can go back. I am just biding my time until the day that God would have him depart my life and I never have to say another word. He's resilient and I know that he will claw his way through life just fine. Someday, though, when his mind is quieted and he is able to really reflect, he will see what could have been and cry out. I may not witness it but he will pray for forgiveness and try to to answer the question, "when did sh*t change?"