How Do You Forgive A Complete Ass?

Humor Post.4.21.17.Otis

One of my chores growing up was walking our dog, Otis.

Like most chores, however, my mom picked up the slack and offered me a deal.

“I’ll walk Otis in rain, sleet and snow, if you walk with me and Otis whenever it’s sunny and warm.”

That was a no brainer:

“I promise,” I said.

Talk is cheap.

I knew my mom wanted my company, but still, I wiggled my way out of walking every chance I could, until one day she came in the front door and collapsed on the couch.

Otis was lively and pulling my mom heartily by the leash, but Otis was a daschund – a black and tan, hot-dog-of-a-dog with stubby little paws and a hernia scar that ran the length of his belly.

He was about as tall as my ankles were high and couldn’t have weighed much more than twenty pounds, but my mom, who could still wrestle me playfully to the ground and run me ragged on a tennis court, was shaking and trembling.

I still think she may have been crying before she came inside.

“Oh, I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said.

But she wasn’t fine.

Otis caught sight of a squirrel on their walk and decided abruptly to chase after it, which wouldn’t have been so bad if my mom hadn’t still been attached to the leash, or, if the squirrel had been running up anyone else’s tree on anyone else’s lawn.

It was the one house, the one lawn, the one neighbor my mom warned me to steer clear of. I didn’t know why, but I was happy to heed her warning – mostly.

I passed this particular house almost every day on my way to play basketball and the man who lived there always gave me the heebie-jeebies.

And the stink eye.

And, he was always cutting his lawn.

I didn’t always play basketball at the same time, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Aside from cutting his lawn, I don’t think he did anything else.

It was beautiful – no doubt about that, but it seemed weird to me that his lawn was the only lawn that never had any dandelions in it.

All the other yards had dandelions – little baby sunflowers – so I decided they were too scared to grow in his yard.

Why else was he the only one whose lawn never had any – ever!

A man without dandelions should never be trusted.

Especially, if he owns a gun.

My mom was shaken that day because scary-creepy-neighbor-guy threatened her with a gun, telling her if she or our dog ever stepped foot on his lawn again, he’d shoot our dog and have her arrested for trespassing.

I was afraid.

For my mom.

And for me.

And for Otis.

I didn’t want to lose my mom, or my dog. I couldn’t live without her – or without Otis, frankly.

If the man with the gun could keep dandelions from pushing their way through the earth, he was capable of anything.

I also felt terribly guilty.

It was sunny and warm and I had broken my promise to walk the dog with her.

I would have been there to protect her, if I had kept my word.

So I asked my mom to forgive me.

She didn’t think I could ever do anything that would require her forgiveness, but said if I ever thought I needed it, I should know that I would always have it – whether she was there to say it or not.

Moms know best.

My mom asked me to pray for the neighbor that day.

I couldn’t believe it.

She hadn’t even left the couch!

“But he hurt you!”

“He threatened to shoot Otis and have you thrown in jail!”

“We all need forgiveness,” she said softly.

“Why should we forgive him? He’ll never be sorry, Mom!”

“Maybe not, but carrying a grudge against him won’t make him any sorrier and it’ll end up hurting us even more.”

“All he cares about is his stupid yard!” I bellowed.

“Maybe making his yard beautiful makes him feel good. Maybe his wife died and he tries to make it beautiful to honor her memory.”

“His wife died?” I said, eyes bulging.

“I don’t know his reasons for doing it and I probably never will,” she said.

“But we still need to pray for him and be willing to forgive him because when someone’s that angry, it’s not about you, it’s about them.”

“Somewhere inside he’s holding onto hurt, so we need to pray for his hurt – and for ours, so the hurts have a chance to heal.”

That made no sense!

But neither did magic, and I believed in that so I prayed with my Mom by rote, unaware that someday this paradoxical prayer would return to set me free.

With one hand cupped inside of my Mom’s, and the other hand still holding Otis by the leash so he wouldn’t move while I used him as a foot rest, I slouched on the couch and prayed with my mom in order to forgive someone else’s offense.

I didn’t realize the significance of praying for those who “trespass against us,” but it’s a prayer that I still use today, in times of need.

I call it:

The Asshole Prayer

We prayed for the willingness to forgive our neighbor that day.

For God to work in his life, the same way that He was working in ours.

And we prayed that our neighbor’s yard would bring as much happiness to his heart as it did to ours, whenever we walked by.

We also prayed for our neighbor’s hurt to be lifted and for ours to be lifted too.

And then we prayed to always remain open and willing to choose forgiveness and love, instead of revenge and hate.

It didn’t stop me from dumping a pocket full of acorns on his stupid lawn whenever I walked Otis at night.

I still feel a tiny bit guilty about that, but maybe he knew it was me and maybe he forgave me too.

I hope.

Forgiving is a conscious choice and an act of freedom.

It doesn’t mean my hurt is wrong, or that it doesn’t matter.

It matters so much; it’s the very reason why pain runs deep.

It can break your heart.

Forgiving doesn’t mean I deserve what I get either.

It’s just a spiritual tool that helps to unhook the pain.

If I can unhook it, I can release it.

If I can release it, I can accept it and let it go completely.

That is what sets me free.

Forgiveness.

It really is magic.

But it’s a decision – to act in the solution instead of the problem.

So I try to practice forgiveness every day, over and over for the least of offenses because my slight irritability and impatience can hold me hostage to bitterness and resentment in the blink of an eye.

There will always be assholes in our lives and unkind people.

They come disguised in all shapes and sizes and they live in every city, in every town, in every community, and on every block.

They work in your office, they shop at your store, and they attend your church.

They are us at times.

You and me.

We can never know what’s going on behind closed doors, but we can be the door that opens for someone and the person who lets that someone in when they knock.

Until next time,

Cheers – to choosing forgiveness, and to forgiving others in the same way that we need to forgive ourselves.

 

 

 

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28 Responses to “How Do You Forgive A Complete Ass?”

  1. Michael WoodMay 3, 2017 at 4:34 pm #

    Mo, wonderful story and so well written. Have used two of your stories before as intros to an AA discussion meeting I have been chairing for six years. Will use this one tonight for an excellent message on forgiveness. Thanks, yours in recovery, Mike.

    • MO VEARMay 7, 2017 at 9:49 pm #

      That is so nice to hear, Mike. Thanks for letting me know and for carrying the message forward. Yours too, Mo

  2. Gay GodfreyApril 25, 2017 at 3:48 pm #

    So true! I recently had a conversation with a 12 year old boy who was friends with another boy, who was considered a troublemaker by many of his classmates. This 12 year old was pointing out that we shouldn’t judge that other boy because we don’t know what his home life is all about. Perhaps he has problems there he can’t share and it’s affecting him at school. I was impressed with his maturity and compassion. That logic is certainly something we can all practice. Thanks for the reminder!

    • MO VEARApril 28, 2017 at 12:52 pm #

      That’s incredible! Out of the mouths of babes, right? These are the stories we need to hear more about. They make my day! Thanks for sharing, Gay! And for “paying it forward!” xo

  3. terryApril 24, 2017 at 9:54 am #

    Hey MO!
    Nice story and thanks for sharing.
    Currently serve on church council and each of us have to share a story at least once a year-think I’m not down until this fall but putting this in my “must share” pile as it’s so worth repeating. Rock on dear lady.
    Happy hugs and miles of smiles.
    TMV

    • MO VEARApril 24, 2017 at 10:35 am #

      Aw, that’s great, Terry! Thanks so much, and for the feedback. I really appreciate! Sending lots of love right back at ya!

  4. Peter HeneghanApril 23, 2017 at 4:17 pm #

    Thanks for thinking of me. We all need forgiveness.

    • MO VEARApril 24, 2017 at 8:21 am #

      We sure do, don’t we? xoxo Thanks for commenting, Peter.

  5. Gloria VearApril 22, 2017 at 8:23 pm #

    Mo, I think that was the most powerful column you have written. Thank you so much for sharing. Forgiveness is such a blessing and it does set us free . Hugs , Aunt Gloria

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:19 am #

      Thanks so much, Glo. I really appreciate your feedback. Blessings, and hugs to you too… xo 🙂

  6. GTApril 22, 2017 at 10:47 am #

    Hi Mo,

    Here is a phrasing I like very much: “If I can unhook it, I can release it.
    If I can release it, I can accept it and let it go completely.”

    Forgiveness is one of life’s bigger challenges. I have often observed that women have, or appear to have, a greater facility at forgiving than men. Why this should be I don’t know. Perhaps it is related to the feminine qualities of nurturing. There are exceptions of course. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” is not simply a flight of fancy. But as a generalization I think my view holds up.

    What is unquestionably true is your insight that, “Forgiving is a conscious choice and an act of freedom.” That is profound.

    gt

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:37 am #

      Thanks, GT. When I wrote “hook and release analogy,” I couldn’t help thinking about Mark fishing. About how free the fish must feel when he’s unhooked from his pain, literally, and then released into peace – “Ah, I am free again,” said the fish as he wiggled away… Upstream… Against the current… Only to be swallowed up by a shark! Sad. LOL 🙂

      I have often wondered if there is a difference in a man and a woman’s capacity to forgive. Without any empirical evidence, I tend to believe, like you, that women are more inclined to forgive. My basis is only that in my experience – I have seem more women stay with men who are unfaithful, than vice versa. Of course, there are infinite reasons, regardless, I think you are right about a woman’s inclination to nuture as being one of them.

      Thanks for commenting. I always look forward to getting them.

  7. ArtApril 21, 2017 at 11:26 pm #

    So that’s where those damned acorns are coming from!!

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:39 am #

      HAAAAA! It’s Larry, I swear! 🙂

  8. James O'ConnellApril 21, 2017 at 9:05 pm #

    Great article today. A great reminder! Loved it. I enjoy reading your stuff Moe! Thanks for sharing. Jim.

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:43 am #

      Hi Jim!!!! So great to see you here. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it and for the kind words. I hope you are terrific and enjoying that beautiful little grandson! Keep coming’ back. 🙂

  9. Maria MaganaApril 21, 2017 at 7:53 pm #

    Hi Mo,
    That was such a wonderful gift your mom gave you teaching you to forgive no matter the circumstances. It’s taken me a long time to learn this and you are so right that holding grudges does fill one with bitterness and resentment and in the end is more harmful to our being. I got a kick out of the title of your prayer, which is so appropriate to many I have encountered in my life. But I have begun to pray for those asses in my life when I realized that they are also loved by our merciful, gracious God who always forgives our trespasses.

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:46 am #

      Hi Maria! Thanks so much for your comment. Why are the simple things that we know are good and right, so darn hard?!!!!! 🙂 xo

  10. Scott PralinskyApril 21, 2017 at 5:24 pm #

    Very well said, as usual Mo! So great to be reminded about the power of forgiveness!

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:47 am #

      Thanks, Scott. Always appreciate hearing from you. Miss you. xo

  11. Bud VearApril 21, 2017 at 5:19 pm #

    What a powerful message for all of us. Thanks. Have you read the book , “A Man Called Ove”? It personifies this blog and is a page-turner.

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:49 am #

      Hi Bud,

      Thank you for the reenforcement!! Funny you mention, “A Man Called Ove.” Sherie gave it to me recently, so I will move it to the top of the pile now!!!! 🙂

    • AgnesApril 24, 2017 at 4:38 am #

      That book ‘A man called Ove’ is an awesome book. “Oh, I heard thistle seeds are a bear!”

      • MO VEARApril 24, 2017 at 8:43 am #

        Hi Agnes,

        I can’t wait to read it!!!! Thanks so much for reading and commenting. 🙂

  12. RoxanneApril 21, 2017 at 5:12 pm #

    Wise and loving mom you were blessed with! I too have learned many special lessons from you. Some were probably no doubt told to you by that special woman you called mom! Thankful that many of us can forgive ❤️ Keep the blogsxoming????

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:52 am #

      Thanks so much for your feedback and kind words, Rox. I know you were very blessed with a wonderful mom, too, so hopefully their influences will continue to rub off on us – mostly in our times of daily doubt! LOL 🙂

  13. AndrewApril 21, 2017 at 4:46 pm #

    Well said and very powerful! Now I know what all those acorns in the bucket are for… Praying your message finds all those who are hurting…

    • MO VEARApril 23, 2017 at 11:54 am #

      Thanks! 🙂 xoxo

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