..and the devestatingly handsome. congrats on another recognition.
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What beautiful words, “I forgive you.” No matter who says it. No matter if it is said out loud. No matter if you say it to yourself. I forgive you. What a transformational statement that probably holds the future of the relationship between people.
When I forgive another for some action, it allows me to breathe freely again. Forgiving allows me to move on beyond the moment and secure the relationship for the future. I forgive you. How hard it is to say. How hard it is to feel. How hard it is to believe.
Can’t I remain in the place where I was wronged by another? Doesn’t it feel good to be the victim and savor the taste of personal hurt? Isn’t it easier to be hurt and angry, ensuring that all other colors (except red) are excluded from my sight?
Why not languish in the pool of superiority when I’ve been proven ‘right’ and another is ‘wrong’? Don’t I feel so much better to know my place above the other?
I forgive you. I forgive me. Shouldn’t I beat myself up to prove to others how pitiable i am? When I’ve hurt another, how can i forgive myself? Is that who I am? do i deserve to ‘let me off the hook’? I forgive me.
Maybe then I can forgive you.
The last sibling in my Dad’s family died last week. Aunt Esther was about 102 (dates somewhat uncertain, but who’s counting after 100?) and was doing damn well for a gal in her shape, er…, at her age. My Dad was one of 9 brothers and sisters that came to the US with their parents in 1918. I guess somewhere they’re a complete set again.
A couple of more victims of the madness we call our drug war. SWAT Team members storm the house of the mayor of Berwyn Heights, MD trying to ascertain the owner of a package of pot that was delivered on the porch. In the moments after breaking down the front door (oops, forgot we didn’t have a no-knock warrant) the lead state hero shoots the mayor’s two dogs.
Maybe the state will figure out a way to prove that the dogs committed suicide rather than face their owners being busted. Do you actually think an apology will be forthcoming from the SWAT Team heroes ? Guess the mayor should be damn happy that his family wasn’t blown away. Course if he was black (hey, his dogs were black, right? hmmm…), the final results would probably be different. First, there would be very little newspaper coverage. Second, it wouldn’t have just been the dogs lying face down in a red puddle.
He’ll probably be billed for the time spent by these heroes as they ransacked his house and interrogated him and his family. UPDATE: Oops, maybe we got the wrong mayor.
When my bird Xena read about all of this, she was heard mumbling about moving to Amsterdam.
This nation does a lot of things right, some of which are our core competencies. Now I live near the city of monuments and museums (DC) and we love to create icons to greatness. The US seems to be really good at putting people in prison and keeping them there, so why shouldn’t we celebrate this with….
I’m completely at a loss about why we need to advertise that we have the highest percentage of people in prison in the developed world. This is just the kind of indictment on our society that makes folks from other nations shake their heads and say “What happened to you guys?”.
