An Ebullient Propensity for Chronically Poor Judgment I intended to ask for your pardon; I was no less willing to acknowledge my error than were you. What stopped me wasn't pride, for what merit is there to be found in honest self-reflection when it leads only to the admission that one is unwilling to refrain from attitudes and behavior, which serve to alienate others and offer no redeeming qualities to the self? On the contrary, I meant to ask for forgiveness because I darkened needlessly the skies over our heads, and you, who must tend to the practical matters of our family, do not have the leisure to delight in the sounds of the rain filtering through the canopy of leaves. Nor do you enjoy the humid calm a summer shower brings to our porch. I silenced myself before I spoke, perhaps because I found solace in the gray skies, or perhaps because there was too much to ask forgiveness for and, ultimately, I was overwhelmed by the immensity of the task. |
An Ebullient Propensity for Chronically Poor Judgment David Keffer Knoxville, TN August 8, 2014 |