My junior year of college, I bought a used computer for $100. It was cheap because the thing was as huge as it was heavy. The challenge was to walk with this cumbersome piece of technology across campus to my dorm. I was finally to the steps of Holy Cross Hall when I tripped and fell flat on my face.
Did I issue a four-letter word?
Of course not.
I apologized.
To the student who was on the stairs staring at me.
“Why are you apologizing to me?” She asked.
“Because … I’m an adult child of an alcoholic?”
I always think about this story as I prepare my apology for, say, breathing, eating, sneezing, sleeping, talking, existing.
I desperately want everyone’s approval, not excluding the Fed Ex guy, the bank teller, the barista, the technical support person for GoDaddy.com.
Your truth is an inspiration to me!
Thanks, Jim. You’re great.
I am like this. I apologies easly. Do I do this to please people? Or is it more just a habit? After all these years I don’t know which one it is. Oh, well it beats arrogance day.
My daughter had never apologied. She screamed & cries if we ever questiond her instead of apologizing. She now is doing this with her husband. I feel in the end we all know the truth & it’s our guilt that gets us so worked up & crazd. Lies has a way of catching up…. Wonder what all this leads to. She says she can’t sleep at nights.