Not “I’m Sorry” Again…

I’m sorry I am late!  I’m sorry I am talking so much…I AM SORRY!!!

Are you?  The comic strip below tells it like it is:

Comic about being sorry

It made me realize how much I used to say, “I am sorry.”  I felt like I was worthless, so I shouldn’t even be around others.  Slowly, I overcame a lot of that.  My stroke (more and more a blessing) tossed that out and I really no longer feel worthless or sorry about much (sometimes, that is not so good!).

I try now to live a life in which I almost always (I try for always) to tell the truth.  If you are truthful, why should you be sorry?  People don’t always want to hear the truth and I might not always know the truth, but the effort is there and I feel better because of it.

Mark Twain said, “If you tell truth you don’t have to remember anything.”  He is pretty much right there.  I don’t have to keep track of my lies because I try hard to never tell any.  There are times when that is put to the test.  However, I believe the greatest people (Jesus, Socrates…) tried to always tell the truth, so I am in good company.

But, getting back to “I’m sorry”, don’t you know people who are always apologizing.  Some almost get nothing done because they are too busy being sorry for not doing it.  It’s almost a prophecy at times.  They apologize because they “know” they won’t do it or do it well enough.

When I was teaching, I tried hard to always be honest with the students and to let them know when I appreciated whatever it was they were doing, even when they didn’t know they were doing it.  They appreciated that!  I could tell because a lot of them were just constantly told they were worthless, sometimes by adults who should have known better.  I became friends with my students – something you weren’t supposed to do as a teacher.  However, I always told them I had to be a teacher first, so they still had to behave, learn, and try.

I think most of us simply need to behave, learn, and try.  If you do those three things, truth should come easy – as should sleep.

Namaste,

Scott