Writeryogini

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Sunday, January 10, 2016

The Things We Don't Know

So very very true. I always try to choose my words so as not to seem like I don't care or that they don't understand. To those fighting your silent battles, be strong :) you will conquer all things!:



The other day, I had my perceptions of someone turned upside down. And in that moment, it crystalized for me how pointless it is to hold grudges or anger or bitterness toward other people for their transgressions against us.

This person was unkind to me a long, long time ago. We're talking probably 45 years ago. But when we are kids, acts of youthful thoughtlessness and unkindness carry a sting that can last a long time.

So it's not that I have hated this person all these years, or carried any sort of active burden of anger. But if someone were to ask me about her, I would have remembered first the unkind thing she had done and I would have said that my memories of her were not fond.

It was a small meanness that she inflicted, really. She was my friend. We played together and walked to Jr. High School together. We went to the same church. I liked a boy. The boy didn't like me; he liked other girls. After a while it seemed that my friend liked the boy too. One morning, as my friend and I walked to school together, she proceeded to tell me about a party she had had at her home the night before. A party she invited the boy to. A party she did not invite me to.

Funny thing is, though I was a little upset about the boy thing, I was more upset that she seemed to think it was just fine to be telling me she'd had a party and not invited me! That's what really stung. I was in such shock that I don't think I said much, but I was deeply hurt.

By the next year we were in high school. I'd blossomed into the kind of girl that the boy would have liked, but by then he'd gone away to prep school. The friend and I drifted into new groups of friends. There was no big break-up or fight, it was so gradual as to have happened almost without even noticing. The new group she hung around with was kind of wild.

Then, she disappeared. For months. I noticed she was missing. There was a little talk about it. But it was a mystery as to where she was. And it's remained a mystery to me all these years.

Until the other day, when I had lunch with someone from my home town, who, as it turns out, was part of that wild group my friend joined up with. We reminisced about all sorts of hometown things - people, places, events. And eventually the name of my old friend came up. And this person told me, as they say, The Rest of the Story.

My friend had gotten pregnant (she would have been 15 or 16 years old). She told NO ONE. Not her parents. Not her friends. She had an after school job. She saved her money. And in her third trimester, she went to her parents and told them that a) she was pregnant; b) she was giving the baby up for adoption; c) she had arranged to go somewhere for the next three months until the baby was born; d) she had paid for everything. When it was done, she returned to school and it was only then that she told her friends.

How incredibly brave she was! How strong! She could have chosen an abortion, but she chose to have the baby and give it up for adoption. Clearly, she wanted control over the situation and probably thought that telling her parents would take that away from her. She worked. She saved. She researched. She planned. She arranged. And she carried out her plan. At the age of 15 or 16.

At that same age, I got to go to England and Scotland with my family for a month. I danced and sang in the chorus of our high school play. I had a part-time job scooping ice cream at a dairy where my friends and I laughed and had a blast. I gabbed endlessly on the phone with my new best friend.

And while I did all that, my former friend did what she did.

I was awestruck by it. Any lingering animosity I'd felt toward her evaporated. I felt sad and amazed and touched and overwhelmed with compassion for what she had been through and what she had done. 

Compassion is an ongoing practice for me. It's hard to let go of old hurts. But this story made me realize (again) that we really never know what is going on in other people's worlds. That's what makes blaming and hating and holding grudges so pointless. I found that not only was I able to take her off my list of "bad guys in my life," I was able to take off pretty much everyone else too. 

I feel lucky that I can count on one hand the number of people whom I think were truly mean or hateful to me in my life. So my list was small to begin with.

But now there is no list. 


"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.":

6 comments:

  1. What an amazing story. Yes, your friend was thoughtless (but haven't we all been guilty of that). She was also courageous and resourceful. Something that not everyone can claim.
    When I look at people leading the perfect life I think of ducks. They look so serene on the surface - and under the water, out of sight, their little legs are working overtime to keep them there.
    Yay for confetti kindness.

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    1. That's a beautiful and apt image. Yeah, it may look all smooth up there on the surface but who knows what's going on underneath!! No one's life is perfect, that's for sure. We all get our share of the good and bad, joy and suffering.

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  2. Brilliant post, Melissa. We can never know what is going on inside of someone else unless they share it. I'm working so hard on forgiving those who hurt me and to not judge others.

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    1. HI Karen! Yes this was ground-shaking for me. My yoga practice has been loving kindness and compassion meditation for the past year-plus, but you don't always know if things are really changing internally. But this was like seeing progress kick in - I felt shattered with compassion for this girl. Forgiving is hard but I think if we could see behind the curtains it would be a lot easier.

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  3. Wow, what a great story. How resourceful your friend was to be able to do all of that.

    I understand feeling bad about the party - I was on the receiving end of something similar. I didn't hold a grudge though, I married him ;-)

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    1. That was very forgiving of you!! I'm a Scorpio, we can hold grudges for three lifetimes. But I have evolved! It's a waste of emotional energy. I am still blown away by her story.

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