A – Z
I’m proud to be a part of a wonderful organization called the Writers of Kern. They are having a “Blog Challenge” and I’m participating. I’m writing my normal two blogs per week but challenging myself to be prompted by the alphabet. Hope you can read all twenty four from A-Z. For more good reading check out the Writers of Kern’s Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/95572300558/
A is for APOLOGY
To whom am I apologizing?
Not telling you.
To whom are you apologizing?
Don’t want to know.
“Love is never having to say you’re sorry”.
When Eric Segal wrote “Love Story” in 1970 I didn’t’ read it. When I saw the movie and heard those sorry-ass words, I knew I never would read it. What drivel. What poppycock.
Love is always saying sorry and meaning it.
Apologies are a necessary part of life. We all have said or done things to hurt others. Apologies don’t make up for it, but they make us feel better and hopefully, if seriously given, make the other person feel a little better.
Barack Obama owes Sarah Palin three apologies. First, for causing her son to get PTSD and punch his girl friend in the face with his fist and wave his military weapon around. (She blames Obama because in her opinion he didn’t show respect for what her son and others sacrificed so they got PTSD). Second, for knocking up her daughter not once but twice and third, (and most important) for ruining her families plans to be Vice President. Damn Obama!
Seriously, I would have loved to say “I’m sorry” at the time I did the wrong. But, that would now require going back in time. Even if I had the power to go back in time. Even if YOU had the power to go back in time. To change things. To make things right. To say I’m sorry in person.
Would you? Go back ?
I wouldn’t. Think about it. Even if it only took a few seconds to face someone and tell them you’re sorry and then pop back into the present time you wouldn’t be here. Those precious few seconds you lost would now change everything.
That car that almost t-boned you when they ran that red light would now be hitting you.
That split second you caught her eye and smiled wouldn’t happen.
The other team’s basket would have counted and you lost instead of won. (Yeah, you might have won too, I’m just taking the negative view)
We can’t even lose a second of our life to the past. Everything would change. You wouldn’t want that would you?