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19 Time Heals All by Lunde Justice

The story that I am going to tell is a personal one and is not something that I talk about freely. This is a story of true forgiveness of oneself.

When I was a kid, about 6 years old, we were moving into a new house, and my father told me to take my brother over the corrals and play with the calves until it was time to leave.

So, I took my toddler brother and started my way over to the corrals. Around the halfway point, my brother pulled away from me and said, “No, I don’t want to go”. I kept going and didn’t look back. As I reached the gate, I saw my dad coming out of the house and knew it was time to head home for the night. This is where my nightmare began.

corrals in foreground and outbuildings in the background
Corrals at Washington-on-the-Brazos, TX

I watched my dad pull forward about 10 feet and then stop. To this day I can still hear that blood curdling scream, and that was when I realized what had just happened. My father had run my 3-year-old brother over with his truck and horse trailer. The rest of the night was something that you watch on TV or read in a book. All I can remember is all the blood and the thought that I had just watched my dad kill my brother.

After being air lifted to Idaho Falls, my brother spent the next 6 months in a coma where he fought for his life. This situation is something I have lived with for the last 30 yrs and still to this day have a hard time forgiving myself for. I say that because in my mind, if I had done what my dad had told me, this tragic event wouldn’t have happened. I know that I was only 6 years old, but in my mind, I could have prevented it, and I felt guilty for so long.

But like they say, time heals all, and I have come to find this adage to be true. Over the years, I have been able to forgive myself because how can a young child hold himself accountable for something that he didn’t know might happen?

Thankfully, my brother made a full recovery and has since gone on and become a United States Marine. His latest accomplishment is becoming a Sheriff’s Deputy.

While this is a story from my past that I do not often share with people, it serves as a perfect example of how one can forgive oneself and move past something terrible that has taken place.