Yesterday was Easter Sunday which got me to thinking about rebirth and redemption. Is redemption (and forgiveness) earned or freely given?
How many chances does one get in life to ride the straight and narrow path of “right” or, if one continually is in the “wrong,” do they get a free pass to forgiveness each time they fail? Isn’t there a point where you just throw up your hands and say, “This person is a LOSER!” and walk away?
And what if that person is unrepentant? Or, worse, a recidivist (definition: a convicted criminal who re-offends, especially repeatedly)?
Here’s an example: Is a person who repeatedly drives drunk, is convicted several times (including a jail stint), and then also drives — and gets caught! — driving on a revoked license ever worthy of having their driver’s license reinstated? Wouldn’t that person have exhausted all chances at redemption and forgiveness? Would they ever have earned the right to be back on the road?
I sure wouldn’t want them driving again.
The court system is fucked: Pay a fine and do some hours of community service. Maybe even some time in alcohol rehab. Again, and again, and again. Rinse. Lather. Repeat. Eventually, they get back their driving privileges. It’s an accident waiting to happen. They’ll never stop drinking and driving, increasing the chances of a future fatal wreck.
No matter how many times their license gets revoked, no matter how many hours they spend in the pokey or fulfilling court-ordered community service, I feel these people are just plain trash. Not worthy of forgiveness and unable to be redeemed.
They say forgiveness goes a long way toward healing. For me, I have no forgiveness for those that repeatedly down a bottle of vodka and aim their car at me. They are losers.
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.