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Related: About this forumWhen old foes get sick, your compassion can surprise you.
Two people who ruined my life in various ways many decades ago are very sick. One had a stroke, the other has pancreatic cancer. The "me" that hated them is smiling inside and saying Karma is a B. The "me" I've become in 80 years, the better me, is remembering that my time will be here soon enough.
Never send to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.
XanaDUer2
(13,831 posts)I'm kinda at the point at 59 I'm ready to check out
Croney
(4,923 posts)identifying with some of your challenges. As for me being kinder and more evolved, I must admit that the "Karma is a B" me is struggling to throw aside the more mature "me" and imagine dancing on people's graves.
It's a battle. Lol
But some ppl are just garbage
We are all gonna die, but we don't need to be garbage ppl.
I mean, so sad for them maybe they'll do some soul searching but probably not.
Croney
(4,923 posts)that they were right in everything they ever did. Oh well, I'm trying to rise above.
XanaDUer2
(13,831 posts)They I'm sure feel they were fine in every thing they did. Sociopaths always are
SWBTATTReg
(24,085 posts)It's too bad that some, throughout their lives, live this way, full of hate and such, and then when the time comes, they often times realize that their time on Earth is very limited, and thus, try to make amends (at least, some of those I know) w/ all around them, that are still left.
I do hope all get well and better. It doesn't look good for either of them, but who knows, who really knows God's will?
Best to you.
Lulu KC
(4,182 posts)Perspective is a bonus prize that comes with things best left unmentioned
no_hypocrisy
(48,778 posts)then he was dedicated to destroying me.
Yet, there he was at age 91. My mother/his wife had died 11 years prior. My sister and brother were living far away from him. I was maybe 20 minutes away, happily in my own apartment with my own life.
And he was failing physically and mentally. And just as mean.
I considered letting him reap his karma, dying alone in his home.
But I then considered trying to assist him. Not because he was my father, but because he was my mother's widower. She wasn't there and somebody had to do it.
I moved into my old bedroom. I went to work and returned to his home. This went on for a number of months.
He died because he caused a rear-end collision, didn't tell me or my siblings. And he had a partially dissected aorta, which caused his heart attack.
I didn't cry at the hospital. I didn't cry at his memorial. I didn't cry returning to my childhood home.
All I know is that I did the right thing for the right reason.