To Garner Wisdom

"Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy. The amount of work is the same."~~~Francesca Reigler

Wednesday, July 28

RecoveryI thought went, “it is easier to forgive than forget,” I discovered many others, but could not find it one quoted in those exact words. I can forgive and still love that person. Not being able to forget makes me cry when I think of being hurt by others. I will never ever mention it again to them. I let it go for their sake. I keep it in my heart to still creep up on me when I least expect the pain to come back. The four months we spent with Aunt Nell and Uncle Keith will always be part of me. The parts that hurt me the most are how I was always made to feel I did not belong. I was not part of any family. I did not want to be part of mine; the one that was Mama, Daddy, my brother and me. I wanted to be included with Aunt Nell's. There was always the recentment of what a sacrifice everyone made for Daddy's family. For this I have forgiven, but have never forgot. Not forgetting I think makes me a better person. I never fussed or brought up what I thought they had wronged me with. Well, once I tried. Try was all I did I could not make myself ask the question I wanted to ask. I tried to get my grandmother to admit being wrong. She just couldn't.


Below is the Quote that some people think means,
"it is easier to forgive than to forget."
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
                              ~Henry Ward Beecher

No comments:

Shade Tree Mechanics

Shade Tree Mechanics
Working on a car can be dangerous. The car can fall if it is jacked up and fall. With daddy working on anything seemed as if fire was the main danger. Grandmother's house had not been built back long after their fire. We were living in a new brick house, which I thought was a mansion. I drive by there now and am amazed at how small it seems. That night he had pulled the navy blue Dodge Dart he was driving at the time beside the carport. I always got really worried when he tried to do something drunk. He had to, just had to get the car fixed, to go visit Parker. Parker was the local bootlegger. One of the local bootleggers. Lauderdale County was dry. Traveling to Pulaski was really not an option, considering the not so reliable car Daddy had. I could see out the kitchen door as he stood under the hood messing with the breather on the top of the engine. He took it off and was pouring gas into the carburetor. The next thing I knew flames were coming from under the hood of the car. Forget there being an easy way to put the fire out. There was not a water hose hooked up. It was before fire extinguishers were standard in homes. Dirt was the answer at that moment. I saw the fire and him getting sand from the pile that was left in front of the house from the building back of Grandmothers house. The fire was finally put out, but the car was in need of more repairs than before he started.

Shoals Bloggers

Shoals Bloggers
Click to see Bloggers