Personal Essay: True Or Not True?

True or Not True

It does not matter who you are or how you look like for a story to be true. Many times, our personal interests take us away from the reality of others, from their past, present, and future. Throughout my entire life, I have not had a personal experience of the weight of Fekadu. However, I do have had an experience as William’s one, maybe not as stronger as his, but it has happened.

A couple years ago, me and other friends were leaving in a seminary, a seminary that was under the responsibility of Archimandrite Andres (Fr. Andres), an Orthodox priest, and several other priests. At the end of the day we used to go to Fr. Andres room to spend time with him. He would help us with homework, shared us his knowledge, or to watch

I wanted to hear more. “However, nothing was easy as it hears,” he continued, “after me taking all that land from the rich people and organizing that walk, many wanted me dead. People were looking ways to make me disappear.” This words freighted me, there were potent words; and the way he was recounting the story, made the moment more intense and powerful.

“One afternoon, my driver and I were coming down a hill, and all of the sudden, we heard gun shots that were coming down the air from a shooter on a helicopter. Our harts were biting as hard as they had never done before. It was a very intense and dangerous moment, that through the entire time, I thought I was going to die. That was all that was in my mind. However, my driver managed to get away from the helicopter and stopped until we were safe.”

I could not believe what I had heard that evening. It never passed through my head that I was going to be listening to such a story. I did not think at all it was going to be as strong as it appeared to be. At beginning of it, the story did not even seem to be a story. I thought I was just going to be an advice for life. At the end of that night I, just as William in, “Flight Patterns” by Sherman Alexie, did not have the most minimum idea of what Fr. Andreas and Fekadu had gone through. I was only paying attention to my own problems. I had shot down others reality and had not even pay attention to other people’s