"How our failures to be kind to others hurt ourselves, and never stop hurting.", Nick struck me at the core. Recalling a middle-school image of a single cruel act that devasted another Carrie-like student has haunted me long into my adult years. No matter the acts of kindness and efforts of goodwill to reconcile my shame, the knowledge there is a little nugget of monster residing in some depth of my being, tamed to some degree by maturity, yet her power to undermine another still exists. This haunting truth that I compromised a personal value of compassion for another to garner some teenage measure of egoic power within has left me with deep regret and unrequited forgiveness.
"How our failures to be kind to others hurt ourselves, and never stop hurting.", Nick struck me at the core. Recalling a middle-school image of a single cruel act that devasted another Carrie-like student has haunted me long into my adult years. No matter the acts of kindness and efforts of goodwill to reconcile my shame, the knowledge there is a little nugget of monster residing in some depth of my being, tamed to some degree by maturity, yet her power to undermine another still exists. This haunting truth that I compromised a personal value of compassion for another to garner some teenage measure of egoic power within has left me with deep regret and unrequited forgiveness.