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Last September I had a horrible visit with my mother. Horrible. Terrible things were said. I was so upset with her that I was ready to sever our relationship for the rest of our lives and not even go to her funeral. What is funny about this "fight" is that I knew...for some crazy reason I knew I would lose my job until I made this right. Every waking moment I was in turmoil over if I should just cut her off completely or humble myself whether I thought I was right or wrong. Of course I thought I was right. And I still do to this day. But that really wasn't the issue. I was miserable. And then I get laid off work four months later. I still thought of never ever seeing her or talking to her again and I was so miserable. The misery didn't end. It finally dawned on me that it didn't matter whether I was right or wrong. My happiness depended on me making amends. I wrote her, two weeks ago, a short note: Please forgive me
Now I've been looking for a job diligently for five months now and I was not getting any worthwhile bites. I checked my spam and there it was...a request for an interview days after I sent my Ma the note. And today I was offered the job at a salary that I asked for and also a significant increase in three months.
I think I knew that deep down if I did not make amends, nothing would go good in my life.
I did make amends and lookie what happened.
My Ma called me and she apologized also and we both had a healing cry.
I just am so happy and in awe.
Amends can do amazing things!!!!!!!!!!
They really can!!!
Shoot...I'm going to track down the little girl in my neighborhood when I was a child and pulled her hair hard. Gawd that has haunted me for years!!! Angelica. If you're out there, I am sooo sooo sorry.
sorry I took up so much time. I really had to get this out.
It's like a miracle.
Kate
Now I've been looking for a job diligently for five months now and I was not getting any worthwhile bites. I checked my spam and there it was...a request for an interview days after I sent my Ma the note. And today I was offered the job at a salary that I asked for and also a significant increase in three months.
I think I knew that deep down if I did not make amends, nothing would go good in my life.
I did make amends and lookie what happened.
My Ma called me and she apologized also and we both had a healing cry.
I just am so happy and in awe.
Amends can do amazing things!!!!!!!!!!
They really can!!!
Shoot...I'm going to track down the little girl in my neighborhood when I was a child and pulled her hair hard. Gawd that has haunted me for years!!! Angelica. If you're out there, I am sooo sooo sorry.
sorry I took up so much time. I really had to get this out.
It's like a miracle.
Kate
God is good.
I am glad your job came through, it will be great to get a pay cheque again after so long.
Good luck :)
One of the amends I worked hardest on in my first several years of sobriety was my relationship with him. Yet after he died eleven and a half years ago, I still had this chronic, low grade hum in my head, like a tape that kept repeating that I could & should have done more. My aunt even said, "That's crazy. He was a very difficult man and you got closer to him than any of us. We were frankly all amazed that you two got along so well. Let it go." But I couldn't let it go, and I kept sifting through my memories, looking for the cause of my festering guilt.
Meanwhile, in a faraway state and a seemingly unrelated incident, I had borrowed some money in about 1986 from a fellow businessman and never paid him back. During my first seven or eight years of sobriety I never could have paid it all at once, and I didn't want him knowing where I lived and nagging me. Besides, I rationalized, he was rich and the amount was very small by his standards. And so I tried to "grandfather" the whole thing into oblivion.
In early '98 I realized that thanks entirely to some money my father had left me, I could easily pay that kind man back in one lump sum. I called directory assistance, got the phone number, called it and asked the company operator where I might send something to his personal attention.
Without leaving my desk, I hung up the phone, pulled out my checkbook, an envelope and a stamp, and started writing. As soon as I had placed the envelope where I always put my outgoing mail, that "tape" in my head about my father stopped and has never started again in over ten years.
And I was wrong when I wrote that I still felt like I was right. I knew very well I was wrong and I needed to make it right.
Thank you, again.
Kate