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7.25.2008
Oh, Well, In That Case...
I was about 14 or 15 when I got a court summons. Unannounced to me, I had apparently been pulled over by a cop, been found to have no driver's license, been in the country illegally, and had committed some traffic violations. Since it was El Paso, Texas, in the 1990's, the cop apparently let me go, but he took my information and a court date was set.
Of course that really wasn't me. My cousin was the one that was pulled over, and he saw it fit to give my information to the cop. Without any ID available, the cop just wrote down the information and filed it. A couple of weeks later, another cop delivered the court summons to my home while I was at school. I was being summoned to court to answer for the charges of driving without a license, in an uninspected car, with expired tags, and underage. Funny how "I" wasn't arrested on the spot. But I digress...
Mom consulted several of her sources and found out that the judge who would be seeing the case was very open to any explanation we might have. The cop would also be there, and he would hopefully remember that it wasn't me. But Mom had a different idea altogether. She went to my aunt and uncle and demanded that their son, my cousin, be at the hearing and confess what he did.
My Grandmother wasn't happy with Mom's demands for justice. Grandma said that my cousin's mom was "dumb" and didn't raise her kids right. On the other hand, my mom was "smart" and she could deal with whatever happened to me. Oh, well, in that case... Take me away in handcuffs! Of course, Mom didn't see it that way. Mom has always been a believer that we as humans are born with the knowledge of good and bad, or that we at least learn it by the time we're old enough to drive and give false information to the police.
At the hearing, the court clerk informed the judge that my cousin was in the room and that he wished to address the judge. When my case came up, the judge asked my cousin to step forward. "Do you know that what you did was wrong?" the Judge asked.
"Yes," my cousin responded.
"Then, I'm fining you $500."
"I'll pay it. I'll pay all of it. You want me to pay right now?" My cousin put his hands into his pockets. The judge ignored him and wrote something down. He then turned to me, "Mr. Ren, you're free to go." He then turned to my cousin, "and you're apologizing to him and his family." The apology never came. Somehow, we were made to feel like we were in the wrong. We had brought this "poor kid" of a "dumb" mother to trial. Never mind that my entire future could have been changed by a conviction of all those charges, if not through money then maybe in my records.
It's mom's fault for being so "smart", for being such a "bad" mother that she'd "make" me go to school and "force" me to get a degree. Yeah, that's what it is. It's all our fault.
Of course that really wasn't me. My cousin was the one that was pulled over, and he saw it fit to give my information to the cop. Without any ID available, the cop just wrote down the information and filed it. A couple of weeks later, another cop delivered the court summons to my home while I was at school. I was being summoned to court to answer for the charges of driving without a license, in an uninspected car, with expired tags, and underage. Funny how "I" wasn't arrested on the spot. But I digress...
Mom consulted several of her sources and found out that the judge who would be seeing the case was very open to any explanation we might have. The cop would also be there, and he would hopefully remember that it wasn't me. But Mom had a different idea altogether. She went to my aunt and uncle and demanded that their son, my cousin, be at the hearing and confess what he did.
My Grandmother wasn't happy with Mom's demands for justice. Grandma said that my cousin's mom was "dumb" and didn't raise her kids right. On the other hand, my mom was "smart" and she could deal with whatever happened to me. Oh, well, in that case... Take me away in handcuffs! Of course, Mom didn't see it that way. Mom has always been a believer that we as humans are born with the knowledge of good and bad, or that we at least learn it by the time we're old enough to drive and give false information to the police.
At the hearing, the court clerk informed the judge that my cousin was in the room and that he wished to address the judge. When my case came up, the judge asked my cousin to step forward. "Do you know that what you did was wrong?" the Judge asked.
"Yes," my cousin responded.
"Then, I'm fining you $500."
"I'll pay it. I'll pay all of it. You want me to pay right now?" My cousin put his hands into his pockets. The judge ignored him and wrote something down. He then turned to me, "Mr. Ren, you're free to go." He then turned to my cousin, "and you're apologizing to him and his family." The apology never came. Somehow, we were made to feel like we were in the wrong. We had brought this "poor kid" of a "dumb" mother to trial. Never mind that my entire future could have been changed by a conviction of all those charges, if not through money then maybe in my records.
It's mom's fault for being so "smart", for being such a "bad" mother that she'd "make" me go to school and "force" me to get a degree. Yeah, that's what it is. It's all our fault.
7.21.2008
Filling the Spirit with Physical Things
The soldier in the picture is Spc. Joseph Dwyer. The picture is from the early days of the Iraq War back in 2003. Spc. Dwyer was an army medic who ran out to help the child when the child's parents came to Dwyer's unit with a white flag, begging for help. The battle from the night before had taken a lot of innocent bystanders, you see. Spc. Dwyer received all sorts of accolades for his humanitarian actions in the heat of combat. To many, and now to me, he was a hero.
I say "was" because Spc. Dwyer committed suicide from an overdose of an aerosol he used to huff to try to get rid of his "demons". The 31 year-old brought back from the battlefield a wide range of paranoias and personality disorders. For all the lives he saved, he saw many taken. And he could not get rid of it all. For the story, read here.
More than Spc. Dwyer's story, I'd like to write a little this morning about humans and our abilities, or lack thereof. We are very fragile yet resilient creatures. Our flesh and blood and bone can burn, break, and break down very easily. 99% of us will be long gone 100 years from now, with new, just as fragile, generations taking over our duties in the world.
Unlike our physical bodies, our souls, that "something" that makes us tic, is very much indestructible. Well, I would not say indestructible as much as extremely "malleable". We can adapt to anything. And I do mean anything. Just look at all the people that survived the Holocaust. So many of them not only went back to "normal" lives, but they also found it in themselves to forgive.
Of course, you don't have to go through hell to realize how well-designed your adaptation abilities were designed. Just look at your ability to bounce back from an illness, or the loss of a loved one. We tweak and improve our lives day after day. Or we don't. And that's what worries me about humans.
Too many of us try to tweak the intangible with tangible things like money, food, drugs, and each other. We try to fill holes in our spiritual beings by making holes in our physical ones. And where does that get us? Like any answer that doesn't fit the question, we are left with even more questions... and even more problems.
Like Mr. Dwyer, we all try to rid ourselves of demons one way or another... And fail miserably in our attempts because some demons are bigger than ourselves.
I think the Alcoholics Anonymous people get it right when they say that, first and foremost, we must acknowledge our problem and our inability to deal with it alone. We need each other. And we need Someone greater than all of us put together, and all our demons, and all our shortcomings.
Even then, we are our own biggest obstacle as well when we don't admit that something is wrong and when we turn away those who'd save us. A friend of mine questioned the existence of God the other day... "Just look around," I said, "how can all this come out of nothing?" Never mind the physics arguments supporting a creator. The proof is in the pudding... How can something as complicated as us humans come out of nothing? If you sit down and think about it, we're messed up... we need saving... and that's no accident.
I say "was" because Spc. Dwyer committed suicide from an overdose of an aerosol he used to huff to try to get rid of his "demons". The 31 year-old brought back from the battlefield a wide range of paranoias and personality disorders. For all the lives he saved, he saw many taken. And he could not get rid of it all. For the story, read here.
More than Spc. Dwyer's story, I'd like to write a little this morning about humans and our abilities, or lack thereof. We are very fragile yet resilient creatures. Our flesh and blood and bone can burn, break, and break down very easily. 99% of us will be long gone 100 years from now, with new, just as fragile, generations taking over our duties in the world.
Unlike our physical bodies, our souls, that "something" that makes us tic, is very much indestructible. Well, I would not say indestructible as much as extremely "malleable". We can adapt to anything. And I do mean anything. Just look at all the people that survived the Holocaust. So many of them not only went back to "normal" lives, but they also found it in themselves to forgive.
Of course, you don't have to go through hell to realize how well-designed your adaptation abilities were designed. Just look at your ability to bounce back from an illness, or the loss of a loved one. We tweak and improve our lives day after day. Or we don't. And that's what worries me about humans.
Too many of us try to tweak the intangible with tangible things like money, food, drugs, and each other. We try to fill holes in our spiritual beings by making holes in our physical ones. And where does that get us? Like any answer that doesn't fit the question, we are left with even more questions... and even more problems.
Like Mr. Dwyer, we all try to rid ourselves of demons one way or another... And fail miserably in our attempts because some demons are bigger than ourselves.
I think the Alcoholics Anonymous people get it right when they say that, first and foremost, we must acknowledge our problem and our inability to deal with it alone. We need each other. And we need Someone greater than all of us put together, and all our demons, and all our shortcomings.
Even then, we are our own biggest obstacle as well when we don't admit that something is wrong and when we turn away those who'd save us. A friend of mine questioned the existence of God the other day... "Just look around," I said, "how can all this come out of nothing?" Never mind the physics arguments supporting a creator. The proof is in the pudding... How can something as complicated as us humans come out of nothing? If you sit down and think about it, we're messed up... we need saving... and that's no accident.
7.15.2008
Fixing Things
I've written before about the scene in Star Wars: Episode II where Anakin is fixing the speeder he used to rescue his mom. He is very troubled not only because his mom has died but because he exacted revenge on her abductors. When Padme comes in to comfort him, Anakin tells her that he likes fixing things because the world is simpler when he does that. I found myself thinking the same thing today as I fixed a couple of things. It was as if my hands were doing the work while my brain was somewhere else... It was cathartic.
I sat in front of the Jeep and replaced a headlight on it. It had burned out a while back, but it wasn't until today that I got around to fixing it. Yes, I've been that busy. My fingers gently unscrewed the hex screws around the headlight housing, and then gently removed the headlight. All that time, I thought about other things in life that I need to fix right now. Like the rest of the country, and maybe the world, finances have not been exactly perfect. So I've tried to cut spending as much as I can. I'm not driving as much to work as I used to, which is a good thing. Over the last year, my spending in gas almost doubled!
Later today, I put my bed frame together. When I was done, I felt like I had actually achieved something by doing it. Hey, it's the simple things... Which leads me to the "gist" of this post. Getting up and doing something actually makes a difference when you're feeling stagnant.
7.12.2008
What Press Bias?
Former White House Press Secretary Tony Snow died yesterday of complications from his bout with cancer at the age of 53. I remember seeing him on Fox News talking about the shortcomings of the Bush White House, and I agreed with him a lot of the time. I didn't agree with him on issues of immigration and foreign policy, but that's just me. I respected the man because he seemed to speak his mind. He went against the grain of even the staunchest conservatives when he himself was a staunch conservative. And he gave an open mic to people who were from the other side of the political spectrum. Like any geood Fox News personality, he was a bit over the top in some of the comments, and he sometimes spun the news. But that was his opinion, and this is mine of him.
And that's the thing... As I write this, I am writing my OPINION about him and his work. I am not trying to mask this as a news report. I am not trying to make it seem like you're reading a bona fide news place. It's a friggin' blog, and I am NOT the Associated Press.
Douglass K. Daniel, a writed for the AP, wrote a report on the death of Tony Snow titled, "Cancer claims ex-Bush press secretary Tony Snow". I thought I was going to read the facts about his death, and I did. But I also got a dose of OPINION in this news report. "Unlike McClellan," Mr. Daniel wrote, "... Snow was never shy about playing to the cameras." "...[H]e became a popular figure around the coutnry to the delight of White House bosses." Nice. This really reads like a news story... No bias at all. "As press secretary, Snow brought partisan zeal and the skills ofa seasoned performer... as if he were starring in a TV show..." And then the article goes on to quote people who worked with Tony Snow on his passing.
What troubles me more is that ALL news outlets do this. Everyone from Fox News to the "Big Three" (NBC, CBS, ABC) and CNN give a very slanted view of the news. Fox News slants to the right, and the left slant to the left... Well, except maybe Lou Dobbs on CNN; he's pretty far gone in all directions. I am hard pressed to find national news outlets where news are presented objectively. Then again, if they were presented objectively, the news on Tony Snow would just be like this:
"Tony Snow, born on June 1, 1955, in Kentucky, died Saturday from complications of cancer. He held several posts in public and private service, including that of the press secretary and broadcaster on cable news."
Who would want to read that? People who liked and disliked Tony Snow would want more. What was he like? Why should I care that he died? And what should I think about his death? After all, we watch and read the news to make a lot of decisions. Although, as of late, I've been watching, reading, and hearing the news more for entertainment and a bit of influenza surveillance. Other than that, I'm perfectly happy with "Mike & Mike In The Morning" on ESPN Radio and WBAL Morning. Once in a while, I'll even listen to "Coast to Coast AM" to see how conspiracy theorists live. And nothing beats "The Bible Answer Man" to clear up some misconceptions about Christianity.
News is no longer news, as far as I'm concerned. It's gossip. And that's sad.
***Rest in Peace, Tony Snow***
7.02.2008
Lying and The Human Condition
I woke up this morning to an episode of COPS, the ubiquitous real-life television show that has been around longer than my little brother has. I was getting ready for work, so I didn't see all of it. But the one part that I did catch was a case where a patrol car was called to a convenience store. The convenience store owner called the police after a group of three kids tried to buy products with an obviously fake $20 bill. As soon as the police officer showed up, the three kids, who were standing outside the store at that time, started crying very loudly and very visibly. The youngest, and smallest, was angry, hitting his head against the wall where the cop told them to stand. Another kid started crying out that he was going to kill himself because "(his) life is over". As the cop started asking questions, the crying kept getting louder. The smallest kid started by saying that he found the bill on the ground "over there". Then he said that he found it on the school bus. His friend said the bill was at school. Finally, the kids' mothers showed up. The mother of the youngest said that the child found the bill at his stepmother's house. All that time, they kept saying that they didn't know it was a fake bill. The mother countered by telling the cop that she had told all of them it was no good.
All the time, they lied.
But that's what we do as humans. When we see ourselves in trouble, particularly at that age, we lie, cheat, and steal. We'll do anything to get out of trouble. Sociologists have been arguing for as long as I know if this is a learned response or if it is natural. Either way, lying is part of the human condition. The funny part is that it lying gets us in trouble ALL the time. There is no such thing as a white lie. And lies have a way of just growing and getting worse.
I can tell you from personal experience that lies can get out of hand if you don't have a good memory of what you said. You only end up looking like a fool when you're caught in one. So I guess the whole purpose of this one post is that we should all try to lie less. Just a little less.
And then there is guilt, which comes when you're caught in a lie... But that's for a different post at a later time.
7.01.2008
Long Live Darth Betta
I've had several pets growing up. The first pet I remember having was a baby chick. I don't remember much, except that it made me happy, and that I took it with me on a bus trip (in a box). It made a lot of noise, but the people on the bus didn't seem to care. Later, my uncle's dog had a litter of puppies, and I was allowed to take one home with me on the evenings as long as I had it back to its mom for feeding the next day. It made a lot of noise all night, but I stayed up with it, trying to comfort it. I also had a couple of dogs later on in life, but they were mutts that managed to run away.
When I met The Girl almost two years ago, I was amazed to see how much she loved her fat cat. She'd had him for over a decade, and he was her baby. The fat cat tolerates me now, but I bet he still sees me as an unwelcome guest on his territory... Until I give him treats. About a year ago, we adopted "Chiquita", a female cat that has turned out quite the troublemaker. If it dangles, shines, or makes a noise, it's her's. We've lost cable ties, bottle tops, and even a USB flash drive because of her. But we love her.
Also about a year ago, The Girl suggested that I get my own pet. So we went to the pet store and bought me a Betta Fish. I named him Darth Betta, and then I said, "Riiiise." Darth Betta was very happy to see me every day when I came home. Like the fat cat, I think he was happy to see me because I meant treats. Day in and day out, I'd come home, feed him, and sit down to work on a paper, a report, mine some data, read some news, or tinker with a machine. And day in and day out, Darth Betta would just be there in his aquarium, watching me. Once in a while, I may or may not have talked to him... And he may or may not have listened.
When I got home tonight, Darth Betta was dead. I don't know the usual life expectancy of a Betta Fish, but I figure he lived out his. We've been through so much... Better said, I lived through so much while I've had him. And now he's sleeping with the fishes... He's floating down Antietam Creek. I'm going to miss having another living being close to me who would listen. Maybe I'll go get another Betta Fish... Perhaps I'll move on to some other pet, a mammal. Or maybe The Girl's brother will just have to do. Maybe.
Darth Betta is dead... Long live Darth Betta.
6.29.2008
A Robust Sense of Self
One of the criticisms that I have received at my newest job at the
department of health is that I have, in the words of one of my colleagues,
"a robust sense of self". In other words, I'm conceited. And I think I give
off this "vibe" because I go toe-to-toe, tet-a-tet, mano-a-mano, if you
will, with people who are, in theory, higher up on the food chain/totem pole
than I am (supposed to be). I don't do this out of a sense that I am any
smarter (or more smart) than they are. And I certainly don't think that I
should be. But I can understand from some of my interactions that I act in a
way that is, for lack of a better term, cocky.
What I don't understand is the comment of "you have a robust sense of self".
On the one hand, I hear, "you're too stupid to ever be what you think you
are". On the other, I hear, "we're concerned that you may be biting off more
than you can chew." In any case, why the comment? Why the concern? After
all, I am over the age of 18 (way over), and I am guaranteed the inalienable
right to make an ass out of myself. (Which I don't think I do.)
Someone once said that we must remove the branch stuck in our eye before we
point out that someone has a speck in theirs. So... Am I the cocky one
because I know that I know more than I am supposed to know? Or are you the
cocky one because you think you know more than I know that I know?
For all you know... I could be a friggin' genius. I could have learned how
to read at 2 and graduated High School at 16. I could have gotten a perfect
SAT, ACT, MCAT, and GRE score... All in one weekend. Or I could be the
greatest con, never actually having gone to any school to learn what you
think I didn't learn as well as I pretend to. Long story short, you don't
know me.
Or do you?
department of health is that I have, in the words of one of my colleagues,
"a robust sense of self". In other words, I'm conceited. And I think I give
off this "vibe" because I go toe-to-toe, tet-a-tet, mano-a-mano, if you
will, with people who are, in theory, higher up on the food chain/totem pole
than I am (supposed to be). I don't do this out of a sense that I am any
smarter (or more smart) than they are. And I certainly don't think that I
should be. But I can understand from some of my interactions that I act in a
way that is, for lack of a better term, cocky.
What I don't understand is the comment of "you have a robust sense of self".
On the one hand, I hear, "you're too stupid to ever be what you think you
are". On the other, I hear, "we're concerned that you may be biting off more
than you can chew." In any case, why the comment? Why the concern? After
all, I am over the age of 18 (way over), and I am guaranteed the inalienable
right to make an ass out of myself. (Which I don't think I do.)
Someone once said that we must remove the branch stuck in our eye before we
point out that someone has a speck in theirs. So... Am I the cocky one
because I know that I know more than I am supposed to know? Or are you the
cocky one because you think you know more than I know that I know?
For all you know... I could be a friggin' genius. I could have learned how
to read at 2 and graduated High School at 16. I could have gotten a perfect
SAT, ACT, MCAT, and GRE score... All in one weekend. Or I could be the
greatest con, never actually having gone to any school to learn what you
think I didn't learn as well as I pretend to. Long story short, you don't
know me.
Or do you?
6.28.2008
I'm Confused, But Not Really
I listened to conservative commentators on radio and television this week, and I could not be more confused AND concerned about their feelings for the Supreme Court of the United States. See, when this country was founded, and when the Constitution was enacted, all the states that decided to form a union, and the citizens of said states, all agreed to play by a set of rules put forth in the constitution.
Like any good set of rules, the US Constitution needs to be interpreted from time to time, and from time to time it also needs to grow and change. Some hard-core conservatives see the constitution as static, clamoring for judges who respect the "original intent" of the forefathers. And then there's the hard-core liberals who see the constitution as a living documents, and they clamor for judges who enact and execute the law from their benches.
Think of the referees who officiate any game... say, soccer. The rules are written, but the rules are the referee's to interpret. It is up to the ref to interpret the rules in the context of what is going on in the entire 90+ minutes of the game, not how the game was played 100 years ago, or even how it was played the week before. This is how the supreme court interprets the constitution, for the most part.
I agreed with both rulings this week regarding the death penalty for a child rapist and the banning of handguns by the District of Columbia. Most everyone was unhappy with one or the other. See, in the case of the death penalty for the rapist, the court stated that capital punishment should be applied to only the most heinous of crimes and in proportion to the crimes themselves, not the outrage of society. We're talking about justice in this and other cases, not vengeance. I'm sorry to tell some of the "Strict Interpreters" of the constitution that we've evolved. Believe it or not, we're moving toward justice. I'd rather incarcerate a child rapist for the rest of their lives, on hard labor, and have them wish they were dead.
In the case of banning guns, I am a believer that outlawing guns to control violence only keeps the guns out of the hands of people who follow the law. Criminals with guns don't think even once about any gun bans. By definition, criminals do not obey the law. So why have a ban on guns. Instead, have very heavy penalties for those who commit crimes with guns... Anything short of the death penalty for crimes not involving murder, and the death penalty for crimes where someone gets killed (preceded by hard labor and being some one's bitch instead of being in solitary on death row). And let well-meaning, law-abiding citizens buy guns, register them, even pay a tax, so they can have them readily available to defend themselves from a criminal.
While one side sees the court as too conservative, the other sees it as too liberal. And they're never going to agree because, by definition, the right and the left are always opposed to each other... But it worries me that someone as far to the left (even socialist) as Sen. Obama, or as set in his ways and living in the past as Sen. McCain, might be President and get to nominate extremist judges. With the Congress and the President always polarized and hardly ever in harmony, I really hope the ref in the game stays in the middle.
6.25.2008
The Crap That Happens Every Day
The Girl and I went to a play last Friday with her bosses. It was a dinner theater kind of thing, where the actors and actresses served the audience before the performance and in the intermission. The food was good, and the play was great. It was a revue of music from the 1920's to today, with an "old woman" narrating and telling jokes between songs. But right before the performance started, The Girl's boss stood up before the crowd.
He talked briefly about a play that a girl from Waynesboro was going to be showing in New York City (story here). Her play is called "The Amish Project", and it talks about the tragedy at the Amish School in Pennsylvania where a man broke in and killed five young girls.The Girl's boss said that he left the play feeling both horrified and inspired. He said he was inspired because something good came from all that evil when the Amish people quite publicly, being a very conservative society, forgave the man and his family. And then they moved on. But he was horrified because he came to realize that "that kind of crap happens every day."
And it does.
Just this morning, I read about a man in Kentucky who, after having an argument with his boss, went to his car to get his gun then came back and killed several of his co-workers (story here). I guess people just snap. But then there is all the premeditated killing being done in all sorts of places around there world. There is the wars in the Middle East, Africa, and even in Mexico, where the Mexican Army is taking the fight to the drug cartels after decades of looking the other way. Hundreds or thousands of people are dying every single day in acts of violence, hate, and evil.
But just yesterday I was telling one of my coworkers about "the golden rule" (do unto others as you would have done to you) and "the dark side of the force" (which is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural). It is considered unnatural for a human being to forgive acts of hate or violence against them, but we do it almost every day. I remember reading and listening to stories of German Jews who were almost killed by the Nazi regime. They forgave their captors. They moved on.
And I guess that is the lesson that is to be learned from the Amish, the Jews, and all sorts of other people. When you surrender the hate (the dark side) and forgive like you would like to be forgiven, life is much more tolerable, even with all the crap that happens every day. It is even more tolerable when you let things in the past stay there, knowing that they can't touch you ever again unless you let them.
Unless YOU let them.
He talked briefly about a play that a girl from Waynesboro was going to be showing in New York City (story here). Her play is called "The Amish Project", and it talks about the tragedy at the Amish School in Pennsylvania where a man broke in and killed five young girls.The Girl's boss said that he left the play feeling both horrified and inspired. He said he was inspired because something good came from all that evil when the Amish people quite publicly, being a very conservative society, forgave the man and his family. And then they moved on. But he was horrified because he came to realize that "that kind of crap happens every day."
And it does.
Just this morning, I read about a man in Kentucky who, after having an argument with his boss, went to his car to get his gun then came back and killed several of his co-workers (story here). I guess people just snap. But then there is all the premeditated killing being done in all sorts of places around there world. There is the wars in the Middle East, Africa, and even in Mexico, where the Mexican Army is taking the fight to the drug cartels after decades of looking the other way. Hundreds or thousands of people are dying every single day in acts of violence, hate, and evil.
But just yesterday I was telling one of my coworkers about "the golden rule" (do unto others as you would have done to you) and "the dark side of the force" (which is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural). It is considered unnatural for a human being to forgive acts of hate or violence against them, but we do it almost every day. I remember reading and listening to stories of German Jews who were almost killed by the Nazi regime. They forgave their captors. They moved on.
And I guess that is the lesson that is to be learned from the Amish, the Jews, and all sorts of other people. When you surrender the hate (the dark side) and forgive like you would like to be forgiven, life is much more tolerable, even with all the crap that happens every day. It is even more tolerable when you let things in the past stay there, knowing that they can't touch you ever again unless you let them.
Unless YOU let them.
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