Jim Creston


Forgiving Vick?


Can we forgive Vick and move on? I pose this question because I know the culture of the Bible Belt and the hills of the area. I'm not a Vick apologist, nor am I any longer a football fan, but the game still is of interest to me. I know people who have abused animals in their younger years that are no longer that type of person. I was one of them. We did cruel things as a children back in the 60's and 70s. Many kids do, but it's taboo to speak on the subject! ! I've coined a saying from growing up in rural Carolina. 'You are the entertainment', meaning in rural areas people in cars will yell at you, throw things, act like they are going to hit you with their vehicle, start fights for no reason. You are the entertainment. That's life in rural areas. People abuse animals too. The Bible is one of the worst doctrines tolerating animal abuse and creating division between man, animals, and the earth of anything in writing. I in no way will support Vick, but I speak of him as I would a loved one. If he's sorry, I believe him. I'm sure he will have nightmares from the abuse. That is a guarantee.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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