Friendly: the sincere apology

This title should be longer.  It’s the friend who is (surely) scared who says something mean and sarcastic and then later comes back and apologizes for it even though she doesn’t have to.

This is so much bigger than a few paragraphs, but here’s the story, with many important details left out to help maintain privacy and so this doesn’t take me forever to write.

A friend of mine found out she has cancer.  Our friendship had been on the rocks for a while and then, one day, this friend and I agreed we should break off contact.  Shortly afterwards, she got the diagnosis and then, one or two weeks later informed me about the diagnosis in a short, sarcastic note, leaving me hanging without telling me much of anything or inviting me to call.

I was besides myself with worry.  I could hardly sleep and was unable to think of anything else for two days.  Initially, I kept my concern to myself but decided to tell her how it made me feel just so she’d know.  When the person you’ve hurt is at email remove, it’s easy to mistakenly think you and your words don’t matter or that the other person doesn’t care or isn’t concerned.  Basically, you can be in the dark about the effect you have on others.  Also, as the one who was hurt, I was stuck holding the bag, as it were.  I was wounded and she could carry on, like a hit-and-run driver hitting a cyclist.  I felt it was right for her to know she hit someone.  So I told her in an email.

A few days later, she wrote me a note saying she was going to call to apologize and gave me a time when she planned to call.  I found myself looking forward to the call and thought about what I’d say.  I had long ago forgiven her, assuming she was scared and hurt when she lashed out at me, which, though unpleasant, is an understandable reaction.  When the call came, I wasn’t entirely prepared for what she was going to say, even though I already knew, generally, the format of her most serious apologies.  I don’t know if I’d ever received an “official” apology from her before, but she had definitely told me how she’s apologized sometimes to other people.  In effect, she simply admitted that she spoke hurtful words, said she was sorry and asked if there was anything she could do to make up for it.

It’s quite an amazing experience to receive an earnest apology from someone. I’ve received very few in my life.  It had a big impact on me, in terms of it making me feel valuable and valued.  I imagine it may have had a significant impact on her too.

It’s something maybe we should do more in our lives: apologize to people we’ve hurt, whether unintentionally or intentionally.  Think about it.  Do you realize how difficult it must be to call someone you don’t want to talk to and apologize to them?  And what a dramatic difference that could make in our lives?  I do think it’s worth doing the hard stuff, by the way.

I told her that her courage and tenacity were inspiring, thanked her for that inspiration, and said I had already completely forgiven her. Now, after her call though, I realize I had only partly forgiven her.  I felt I understood why she’d say something sarcastic and mean to me, but I didn’t really feel forgiveness and a lack of anger the way I do now.  Wow.  This stuff really works.

Evidence of a friendly universe: the sincere apology.

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Friendly: (good) books

Evidence of a friendly universe: books. Ones that are well-written, at least.

It must take a long time to write a book, especially one that is factually accurate, if non-fiction, or transportative if fiction.  And what does an author get for all that work?  Most books. I understand, are not lucrative endeavors. And yet, for centuries, writer after writer has sat down and spent months, if not years, writing down their thoughts and knowledge for others to read, learn from and enjoy.  It strikes me as an act of extreme generosity.  Maybe there can be ego and grandiosity in the effort too, and hopes to acquire prestige, but maybe those books of non-generous intent end up being boring books.  Maybe generosity is a pre-requisite to writing a compelling book or is the primary differentiator between excellent and mediocre books–or friends?

At any rate, books, libraries, even book stores, in my life, have represented places of comfort, enjoyment and knowledge, maybe more than any other “place” or shop.

I can be more specific perhaps.  The book I’m reading now that suggests a friendly universe is “The Other Side of Normal: How Biology is providing the clues to unlock the secrets of normal and abnormal behavior” by Jordan Smoller.

There we have it.  Friendly universe.

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Friendly: The Dance Flurry

This is the weekend of the Dance Flurry in Saratoga Springs, NY, two  days of folk and contra dancing and folk music.  It’s an absolutely incredible scene, with 10-14 venues of simultaneous events. The contra dancing, the callers and bands are mostly of the highest caliber.  The energy is high, everyone seems to be having a good time, and there’s no alcohol served. Yay. I can think of nothing else that is anywhere near this much fun and even more so because the excitement is long lasting, has no side or after effects, and there are only good health consequesnces.

Evidence of a friendly universe: the Dance Flurry.

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Friendly: friendly strangers

Yesterday, in a bus station, I took a table in the restaurant.  I asked the woman who was already sitting there for permission to take a seat. She cheerfullly said yes and proceeded to strike up a conversation.  She asked where I was going, what I did, etc., we had a very pleasant chat for the next hour or so.  It turned out she was a sales person, so, no surprise that she was extroverted and talkative. Still, she had nothing to sell me.  That sort of friendliness makes those long waiting times in life so much more pleasant.  I’ll take it.

Evidence of friendly universe: friendly strangers.

Friendly: the blues

I’m a bit blue.

Today was another rough day. My friend, the one who I learned has cancer, said something that hurt my feelings. Maybe there are times when a person in pain is looking for soft targets to hit, so others feel pain too. Anyway, ouch. Not so much an example of a friendly universe.

But in my piano lesson today, I was learning about the blues and blues improvisation. My teacher and I played a bit of a two-piano duet, with me instructed to try and echo what she played. What a lot of fun that was. I learned that rhythm is particularly important in blues music. Maybe that’s obvious to you, reader, but I’m more used to thinking about melody and harmony. This will be fun, working more on this.

Evidence of a friendly universe: the blues, as an example of fun music for improvising.