I fear revenge, not because we are not capable of executing it but because of how it blinds us to the danger that could befall us.

Around the age of 11 (not precise), someone had done something that hurt me deeply.

As I write this, I cannot remember the details of what the person did, but I sha remember that I was hurt.

For days, I was brewing my strategy to hurt the person back.

Nobody knew.

When we got back to school, I was ready to attack.

Unfortunately, for my plans, I could not find this person.

The urgency was going down as school dismissed and everyone was going home.

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My parents had arrived to pick us up.

Suddenly, I sighted her from afar.

Without a second thought, I rushed after her.

The distance between where I was and where she was, required me to cross the road and I didn’t look.

My target was to get to her.

As I crossed that road with blind hatred, the last thing I remember was the shrieks of car tires on the road.

People shouted.

The vehicle stopped in front of me.

I froze from the shock.

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People on both sides of the road where all staring at me.

I quietly crossed to the side of the road where she was.

She looked at me, entered her parent’s vehicle and they drove off.

As a child, I stood there, the reality of death quenched all desire to hurt her.

I crossed back to go home, not remembering what happened after wards.

I just remembered this event after reading a post telling people to do back when they are hurt.

That singular experience has kept me from plotting against anyone.

I always shudder at the thought that I could hurt myself when trying to hurt you.