Dad, the Defender

Someone whom I thought was a friend made a totally out-of-whack and baseless accusation on me behind my back. I was shocked and hurt by this act of betrayal. Friends are supposed to cover each other in love and settle issues privately by first verifying if it’s true. By this particular friend’s action, the message is clear – the person is not interested in keeping the friendship but is lashing out vehemently, not caring how the accusation would have hurt or damaged me.

By God’s grace, I was not around at that time to receive the brunt of the accusation. He put people in place to protect me then and I only found out about this horrible, horrible news very recently. I’m not worried about the accusation because I didn’t do it. And also, not only did my heavenly father protect me, I know that my earthly dad would fight tooth and nail for me, too.

Which is why I didn’t tell him :P

If I did, I can only pity my accuser for my dad would have taught that person a very harsh lesson that will remain for a long, long time – that it never pays to unjustly damage his daughter’s reputation and hurt her feelings.

A good friend who’s a father himself, couldn’t see himself jumping into his child’s defense should someone accuse his child unjustly. To me, it sounds very strange because my definition of a good father would definitely include being a defender to the family. Don’t get me wrong, my friend’s a good father – he is loving and caring to his child. He just thinks that children should be able to stand for their own rights.

And I think that having a dad who believes in me and would do everything to protect me has made me more secure and selective in fighting my own battles. I don’t have to fight every battle or take up every cause that comes my way. I’ve got nothing to prove to my dad or mom. They love me. And if someone ill-treats me, I’ll settle it myself first rather than share it with my dad and get him all huffy and puffy. When I was younger and defenseless, having my dad defend me was a priceless treasure. I can rest easy knowing that I’m not alone against the world. Now that I’m big and can deal with things myself, it still warms my heart knowing that if I should ever need him, he’ll be there for me like a shot.

So, think twice if you ever feel like saying something bad about someone. That someone may have a father like mine. And remember, what goes around, comes around.

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