June 18th, 2008
And just how sorry I am
Saying sorry isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially if you have sinned severely, or if you did not commit any mistake at all, or just committed one unintentionally. You might come to think that there is no sense in saying sorry for something you didn’t do or for something that has happened without your attention or knowledge, which turns out to have made someone mad. But, believe it or not, there is.
Typically, we say sorry and ask for forgiveness alongside our apologies that we say to the victim of our negative act. Sometimes it just happens that they won’t accept your apology, sometimes they’ll keep themselves out of your sight so that apologizing won’t be matter anymore, but finding them; rather.
I won’t tackle much about “saying sorry” stuff, but I’d like to share what has happened to me, earlier this evening. As I came home, from school. I immediately called Chedie (Alica Kria Amoranto). For the sake of checking her out, saying some words of appreciation and kindness and the usual Chedieniess (you don’t want to know more about this, I assure you that).
