Published Sunday, May 18, 2008
2001: GEORGETOWN, Guyana
By J.R. SheldonHow do you love someone who has hurt you?
Can you truly and without prejudice forgive? Maybe.
With my family I share a very close relationship same as with my friends; we're there for each other, stand by each other and support each other in anything we decide to do. Often, when things are down there is always someone to count on, to lift you up, to protect and defend you. There is no need to tell you therefore that here life is great, comfortable and secure.
Professionally it's the same, everything is good and I can sense there is much better to come. It's like when it relates to these things I am so relaxed and secured in knowing that going to school for so many years and staying on the right paths so to speak has paid off. There were so many times that it was easy to just give up and do the easy stuff which wasn't always legal.
It would be great to end here but as I said there is another story and one that is a lot less pleasing.
It started in a place where problems often occur, where alliances are formed and signals get crossed (high school). In this environment two unlikely souls came together; a quiet, intelligent and beautiful young woman and the good looking, bright enough, confident athlete. The relationship was envied by most from the start. In time, if nurtured, this rough diamond could have been the best relationship in the world but as you guessed the craftiness (more aptly deceitfulness) of the few was too much.
It began to be said that my heart was not with her - given the fact that before we met I was somewhat of the ladies man and had developed the reputation of one of the "cool" guys on campus.
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Published Sunday, September 23, 2007
2007, GEORGETOWN, Guyana
By Katy Greene
When Ryan and I became friends two years ago, we both were 17.
My parents knew I had a boyfriend and they were cool with it. However, they never met him until a year later when we were 18. My parents liked him from the first meeting.
After meeting my parents, Ryan would spend a lot of time at my house. It's like he was always there, which I did not mind because I wanted to see him all the time.
Ryan was raised by a single parent, his mother, and he had told me shortly after we became friends that they did not get along too well, so he would jump at any opportunity just to be away from her.
He got along well with my parents so much so, he would come around even when I wasn't there.
My dad and Ryan had always been especially close. I didn't mind it. I knew he did not grow up with a father so I thought he was just enjoying the reality of now having the closest thing to a father/son relationship for the first time in his life.
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Published Sunday, July 8, 2007
2002-2007 GEORGETOWN, Guyana
By Kiwi Persaud
This week's story takes the form of a letter an 18 year old man wrote to his father. In it, the writer confessed to his father that he had lied to him five years earlier about something rather questionable that had happened in the house. Kiwi, the writer of the letter is from Guyana, and in it he asked his father some very pertinent questions which he admitted he did not believe his father would answer.
Well, it's been almost nine months since the letter was written and Kiwi is still awaiting a response whether in writing or otherwise. I think this letter is a must read for every father, especially if you have sons. It's my hope that you would not make the same mistakes which Kiwi's father made. In fact what's happening here affects every member of the family, so on second thought, I would advise everyone to read this letter.
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