So many things I need to forgive about others are turning out to be situations I might have stopped before they started. But I’ve mentioned one before, and I come back to it now. I need to forgive my diabetes-diagnosing physician, who (in so many words,) cursed me from the very first.
Actually, this may be harder than I thought. If I had a hand in others’ acts in my life, I can fall back on my own sense of blame and unworthiness. But this doctor actually predicted that I’d be dead by 40. When I was 14. What a sad, worthless waste of a life.
I could go over all the terrible results this curse helped to create, but I won’t. That is an old story, and not the focus of my entire life, as it was before. In thinking about that day, I’m inclined to think that he gave a medical opinion, based on his available knowledge. That doesn’t excuse the curse, but it does help to explain. And seeing reason in the unpleasant behavior of others makes easier the act of forgiveness.
So, Dr. W., I forgive you, and I’m done talking about this.