Have been really inspired by my friends’ #bythewayiforgiveyou posts. My story of forgiveness is a longer one, here it goes:
You didn’t think about the possibilities when you began your construction project. You didn’t realize the impact you could have on a life by cutting corners. When Eric tripped he should’ve fallen into a guard rail, not down twelve feet into the hole you’d dug out for a basement. He landed flat on his back. When he hit the ground and severed his spine all of our lives changed forever.
That was a decade ago. The crazy part is, I think Eric forgave you right away. He knew you didn’t do it on purpose. But I wanted you to burn. I’ve carried it with me all these years: the anger, the hurt, the betrayal. In fact it wasn’t until I heard Tim saying “me forgiving you doesn’t make what you did right” about his former bully that I knew that I finally could forgive you and mean it.
It’s been a decade. All of our lives are different. Eric has built an amazing life. His band has a hit record and has gone multi-platinum. He takes part in inspiring others with injuries to be more visible. He shows kids with rock and roll dreams that being in a wheelchair doesn’t have to be prohibitive.
This year my friends made a beautiful record. Its title is the inspiration for this post. I can finally mean it, I can finally bear to say it out loud, through tears of sadness at how things happened and tears of joy at how things have turned out: By the way, I forgive you.