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I felt terrible about it. Why didnt I stop her? I was afraid of her! She had a hostile look and a sharp tongue that could have opened a tin of salmon. I couldnt get up the nerve to face her. Not only was I guilt ridden, I was miserable because my gutlessness was apparent to all those women.
I dont know what it was that morning when freedom finally came. I vaguely recall having a marked difference of opinion with my wife, and maybe I came into work already heated up and with adrenaline flowing. We werent long into the morning when the cheater came round the back for business as usual, but I shouted down the room to her, You can leave it as it is; youll wait your turn like everyone else! Well, she began to curse me and rant and rave, but she was too lateher doormat had tasted freedom!
|She began to curse me and rant and rave, but she was too lateher doormat had tasted freedom!|
The depth of my elation embarrasses me now, since it was such a tiny incidentthe kind of thing tens of thousands of people are doing at least once a day without a second thought. But it was liberation, dont you see. I had shaken off the chains of fear that woman had bound me withthe chains I had allowed her to bind me with-and now it was as if I could breathe deeply. I felt bigger, taller, more handsome, smarter as though I owed nobody anything, as though my life had been given a flesh new start.
I know I was a better person for the next several days, living on the grand feeling, the inspiration of one noble deed, which for me, in my little fear-filled life, was brave. And, maybe, Im still a stronger, finer person in some small way because I did what was right on that occasion. I like to think I am, though Im not yet free of cowardice.
Whether any of that is true, this is true: I did what was right and what was needed and what was long overdue; and even now, when I rehearse the story in my mind, I feel my heart stir in a deep longing to be like that always.
Now, who do you need to kindly but plainly confront so you might enjoy some freedom and peace? Who is depending on you to obtain justice for them? Who do you need to face in order to deliver justice to those who depend on you? And how are you preparing to go about it?
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