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Croney

(4,867 posts)
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 02:35 PM Sep 26

When 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.

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When old foes get sick, your compassion can surprise you. (Original Post) Croney Sep 26 OP
You're kinder and more evolved than I XanaDUer2 Sep 26 #1
Well, don't do that! I've been reading your posts and Croney Sep 26 #3
Meh, blunt XanaDUer2 Sep 26 #6
They've probably searched their souls and come to the conclusion Croney Sep 26 #8
And your absolutely right XanaDUer2 Sep 26 #9
Very true. Croney Sep 26 #10
You're a good person. It's nice to rise above the mundane and BS, and be the better person, isn't it? SWBTATTReg Sep 26 #2
Thank you. Croney Sep 26 #4
That's the truth Lulu KC Sep 26 #5
Yes! 🙂 Croney Sep 26 #7
My father dedicated much of his life to control me. If he couldn't control me, no_hypocrisy Sep 26 #11
Yes you did.❤️ Croney Sep 26 #12

Croney

(4,867 posts)
3. Well, don't do that! I've been reading your posts and
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 02:55 PM
Sep 26

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

XanaDUer2

(13,609 posts)
6. Meh, blunt
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 02:57 PM
Sep 26

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

(4,867 posts)
8. They've probably searched their souls and come to the conclusion
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 03:03 PM
Sep 26

that they were right in everything they ever did. Oh well, I'm trying to rise above.

XanaDUer2

(13,609 posts)
9. And your absolutely right
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 03:04 PM
Sep 26

They I'm sure feel they were fine in every thing they did. Sociopaths always are

SWBTATTReg

(24,011 posts)
2. You're a good person. It's nice to rise above the mundane and BS, and be the better person, isn't it?
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 02:54 PM
Sep 26

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.

no_hypocrisy

(48,628 posts)
11. My father dedicated much of his life to control me. If he couldn't control me,
Thu Sep 26, 2024, 03:17 PM
Sep 26

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.

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