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Mar. 17, 2006 Why is it that “I’m Sorry” is the two most hard words in any language to say? Is the person holding out on the “I’m sorry” worry about their pride? What does this say about civilization? Seems that kids forgive more easily than adults. As an adult and if one of your friends hurts your feelings, you can harbor bad thoughts about that person to the point of were the thoughts of the good times the two of you had together become nothing more than dreams of the past. And some people do not look back and have regrets about what they did. And then there are those of us that want to apologize, but can’t because the other person changed their phone number and told someone else for you not to call them and that they hate you and never want to hear from you again. That’s almost as painful as having to admit to a mistake and have to say, “I’m sorry” to someone whom we have hurt. But it is more painful to loose a friendship or a close bond with a person. Sometimes people act irrationally and before either party knows what is going on, the two parties can no longer be in the same room with each other. Why can’t they talk it over? Pride. Pride is one of the “Seven Deadly Sins,” but no matter what happens to us, we still have pride. It’s a human fragility. Just as happiness and joy are part of being human, so is admitting one made a mistake. There is one person on this earth that I hope someone out there that knows who and what I am talking about, forwards this column to him. I was wrong, it was my fault, I could have done more to stop the situation, but I didn’t. As a result, I have lost one of my dearest friends. Someone I thought I would never have leave my life. But he did just the same. This sudden departure has hurt not only me and probably not only him, but my kids as well. To grieve for a person who is alive is worst than grieving for a person who is dead. Sometimes, thoughts of that person can cloud your vision to the point that you don’t see anything else but that memory you are reliving. The memory I relive the most is the trip to the zoo. The laughter that day and the joy we had just sharing the moment of being together with the boys and laughing at their antics. I think that person enjoyed that day as much as I did. What I thought was real, turned out to a feeling of being used. I miss this person dreadfully and no matter how many times I could apologize to him, it won’t ever change the bad blood that is no between us like a brick wall that will never come down. ------------ About the author: Kaycee Nilson has completed her first novel, "Night Falls on Chicago." The first two chapters can be viewed at http://www.KayceeNilson.com. Besides writing columns for Useless-Knowledge, Kaycee is currently working on two more novels, "From the Mind of a Vampire", and "I'll Love You Til You Die." If you have enjoyed what you read, or would like to leave Kaycee a message, please visit her message board at http://www.KayceeNilson.com/Board Email: Kaycee@kayceenilson.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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