Ms.Sheila

Regrets

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There was a time I stood at the foot of a bed in a nursing home

confronting a very old, frail looking man about his past.

I had no desire to be there, but a young woman that

needed to heal also needed her story to be validated.

I tried to harden myself from his welcoming smile and

told him why I was there.

I quietly rebuked his weak denials,

firmly telling him that I believed her.....

and then finally, feeling a heaviness

in my heart, I wished him peace and left.

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As I walked from his room, there was not an ounce of

satisfaction for what I had done. All I could see

in my mind was an old, weak, finished

man that I had chosen to verbally overpower.

I wished he had been younger....it wouldn't

have seemed so wrong.

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If you ask, would I do it again? The answer is

yes, in that case I would, but not

without the regret the I carry even now,

athough I still believe in some way it

was the right thing to do, as she was of more

importance than his frailty.

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......and today it is regret that I feel regarding my recent

post where I wrote of someone elses anger,

yet in doing so......I revealed my own.

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I have given some consideration, that even

if I speak the truth, does it

necessarily make it right to say?

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.....or have I been caught up in the familial tradition that

things are best left hidden in the closet, as

perception is more important than truth?

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Blogging is a tool that provides a welcome avenue of escape

for my thoughts, emotions, humor and questions.....

but if the 'tool' becomes a 'weapon',

its value is distorted.

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