Gay Offers Lesson In Forgiveness

Being bashed ain’t cute. It’s especially ugly when the bashing involves actually bashing. While some “victims” may choose to wallow in their bashdom, an anonymous attackee found it in his heart to forgive:

Dear gay-basher/assaulter/mugger/crackhead who beat me up and robbed me in May:

I just wanted to let you know I forgive you. Although you left me
with a head wound the size of a golf ball, a swollen jaw, Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder, anxiety attacks, a broken ego and a lot of
financial problems due to the fact that you stole my wallet and my
watch and charged $500 before I was able to get home and cancel my
cards, I still forgive you. Although the watch you took was special
to me as it was a gift from my best friend and I miss it, I still
forgive you.

That’s pretty generous. We’d be inclined to track them down, find the watch, stuff it up their asses, remove it, wash it, wear it and be on our way.

Read this anonymous reader’s note in its entirety, after the jump.

Dear gay-basher/assaulter/mugger/crackhead who beat me up and robbed me in May:

I just wanted to let you know I forgive you. Although you left me
with a head wound the size of a golf ball, a swollen jaw, Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder, anxiety attacks, a broken ego and a lot of
financial problems due to the fact that you stole my wallet and my
watch and charged $500 before I was able to get home and cancel my
cards, I still forgive you. Although the watch you took was special
to me as it was a gift from my best friend and I miss it, I still
forgive you.

You’ve cost me almost $1000 in doctor/psychiatry/therapy/prescription
bills, strained friendships because I’ve been an emotional wreck since
the incident, and a bruised ego, I still forgive you.

Because of what happened, you have given me a new lease on life. The
therapy I have received has given me the ability to not only deal with
the assault, but also my ADHD, 39 years of pent up anger with my
family, and relationship issues. I am a new man, thanks to you.
Although I wish this could have happened under different
circumstances, everything happens for a reason.

Next time just ask me for my watch and my money. I would have
willingly given them to you. Don’t attack me from behind, don’t hit
me with a blunt object in the head that could have killed me and left
me unconscious, and don’t follow me from the Castro just so you can
attack me in a dark alley. Don’t attack me three blocks from my
house. It’s my safe-zone. I’m still reminded of the incident on a
daily basis – there are still blood stains on my boots and a big scar
on my head. The physical scar will never go away, but the emotional
one will heal with time.

I’m not really sure of your motive for the attack. Was it a gay
bashing? Or did you just need money for some more crack? I’m guessing
you needed money to support your habit and you thought I was an easy
target. I myself have been without a place to live and a drug habit a
long time ago, so I understand your need for your fix. There is a way
out of your situation and there is help – I got it and am now a
productive member of society. Seek it and make your life better. You
are not alone, there is help available, and you can get back on your
feet.

I have not reported the incident to the police. I didn’t even see
you, so there is no way for me to describe you. I’m sure they could
catch you because you tried to cash a $1000 check I had in my pocket
and used my credit cards to buy stuff at a gas station and a
restaurant, but you don’t need jail time – you need drug treatment.
Try to get a new lease on life. It can be done.

Sincerely,

Attackee

P.S. Don’t try this again with me. I’m trained in self defense and
martial arts, so if I would have seen you coming and you tried to
attack me, your ass would have been kicked into another time zone in
self defense. I’m the wrong faggot to mess with.

That’s a fair warning, we think…