Lanterns: Dare Not, Judge Not


Dare Not, Judge Not

Something horrible happened to my family recently. My grandson almost died and ever since I have been thinking about what happened. I am thinking about how I got through and how we are stilling getting through as a family.  

I remember not being able to catch my breath when I first saw my grandchild fighting for his life. Watching my own child agonize, while also watching his child fight for his life was painful. I felt totally helpless. 

What do you do when you can’t catch your breath and you’re watching a horror unfold right in front of you. The first thing I did was pray. I began to breathe deep leaning into God because it was my only option and it was the only thing I knew would work. 

After the first couple days when my grandson survived and was on the mend,

I had to talk to someone. I have come to realize that talking to a trusted friend is vital. This would be the second step. I always feel the need to talk to a good friend and vent. This helps me get my fears and thoughts right out there in the open, where I can see them. 

Third, I put some space in between the situation and myself. Time and space give you perspective I realized from this place of perspective that I had an overwhelming judgment toward other families in this same predicament. Let me explain.  

I know you have heard about those stories, where kids do stupid things on a dare. We wonder where their parents are? Well, my child is that parent and I am that grandparent. I suddenly realized that I judged those parents when overnight I became one of them.  

I was one of those people that sat in judgment, wondering what kind of parents would let their kids do such stupid things? They have eaten Tide laundry Pods, noodles out of the toilet and whatever new and stupid dare that showed up on social media.  Where were their parents when their children needed them? How could they allow their children to do such things?

As if they had control. Were they druggie parents themselves? Were they low life, trashy losers? Yes, I'm ashamed to say I thought all those things?  The newest dare is to spray deodorant on your arm not under it. The goal is to be the last man standing. Who can endure the cold burning sensation the longest? The burns are horrible, they scar and they do this on purpose! 

It’s the after effects of what they do that the media doesn’t cover.  My grandson drank rubbing alcohol. We almost lost him. Had my granddaughter not found his cell phone we would not have found the text messages that precipitated this stupid life altering dare. My family is still not over it. I wonder are you saying to yourself...Where were his parents? We judge those people until we are those people. 


There is more to this story, please look for part two soon.

Always, Anolagay










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Written by Anolagay Sonnenfelt

Mom, grama, writer, semi-retired. Individuals, not govt will make our country great again. Pro-life, truth, Elohim! #TimeToJump

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