My hero

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I think I would rather be hurt personally than sit back and have to watch people hurt those I love. My sweet brother Jon has had his heart torn out of his body by someone who swore to love him and who swore to never leave him.

And yet I love her. I kind of always thought that anger was the opposite of forgiveness, and that once you forgave, you felt anger no more. But I am realizing that is not true. I think the two can co-exist. A forgiveness in light of what I have been forgiven, and an anger at the inhumane injustice that is being done. To someone who would die for love. That love is rare.

I don't think that Jon sees himself as a hero. But he is to me. A champion of love who doesn't stop loving when it gets thrown back in his face. A man who is committed to compassion and seeing the poor hurting soul, when that soul has spewed hateful poison. A man who longs to know truth, no matter what that truth means for his future, even if it means being ever alone. I respect him with all of me. I don't know how such a wonderful heart was ever woven together. But I am so proud he shares my blood.

And she is my family. And I would take her back in an instant. Because he would.