Oh I'm Sorry...

Yep just had to share this as I saw it on Facebook this week!

Funny thing is, I shared it on my wall and within two minutes,

I had folks commenting to me that they live it everyday!

Imagine that?

Yes this has been a week of some powerful thoughts I've been told; via email, phone calls, and texts,

along with the comments of readers I can tell I have touched on thoughts and personal and professional experiences happening all over the place.

Now this cartoon that is sadly so very true across the globe.

People who believe and are made to feel that they are soooo sorry

but they only exist when someone needs something or finds it convenient to use or abuse them for their own gain or benefit.

It begs the question,

"what is wrong with people and personal responsibility today".

...

I am so sick and weary of hearing two words:

"I'm sorry"

that I am about to SNAP.

However in that cartoon, I just love it, as it speaks volumes in the message, and in the overall image.

It would appear from the fast comment under my sharing it, that folks are forgetting about that old thing called

"tough love", "boundaries" and

"self regulation".

Remember that airline steward/ess

that reminds us to put our oxygen mask on first before rendering aide to another?

We have seemingly become a group of folks that give freely to others when the need arises, yet it turns quickly into  enabling and gets those who ask or need into ones who feel somehow entitled and often  to our own harm or downfall.

People need boundaries, need to take best care of self in order to have something to give to others.

One must nourish their bodies and shelter themselves from harm and from those who repeatedly ask and take and do not learn from the past, present and learn to pay it forward with grace and gratitude.

Hand in hand we walk, or we should.

Leaning in is much different than pulling the carpet out from under a person; from taking the faith and trust that is so blindly given and then robbing one of such cherished commodities, thinking it's all restored with two words:

I'm Sorry.

At some point along the way another question must be explored;

sorry for what?

That you got caught?

That the game is at an end?

That the lies or deceit have been exposed?

That one does not play a playa that invented the game?

What a word sorry becomes.

Sorry:  adjective, sor·ri·er, sor·ri·est.

1.

feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.: to be sorry to leave one's friends; to be sorry for a remark; to be sorry for someone in trouble.

2.

regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate; tragic: a sorry situation; to come to a sorry end.

3.

sorrowful, grieved, or sad: Was she sorry when her brother died?

4.

associated with sorrow; suggestive of grief or suffering; melancholy; dismal.

5.

wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful: a sorry horse.

Then what?

After sorry what is next?

  Are fingers pointed and others blamed, fault laid on situations, peer pressure, things that got out of hand, bad choices made again and again...

and once again,

"Oh I'm sorry I exist only when you need someone to pull you out of the trench that you once again are laying in, dug and designed by your own doing" 
Thank you's become seldom said with sincerity as much as longed for with true heart felt expressions and understanding... 

Yes I can see why there were comments under that picture; how folks feel like they have been abused, used, and victimized by those they love, or used up by them along that path of "I'm sorry it won't happen again" or "I don't understand why you don't believe me this time".

Only to be followed by

"only God can judge me"

and the good ole' line of

"I need help with my bills until the tax return of 2015 comes in".

...

Many must step through their own fears, their own demons, out of their own way to STAND UP

and

to set boundaries, to self regulate with others who they feel abused and taken advantage by and of.

This is a life to be held sacred, people may have to be served notice;

and that is where it gets hard; where the rubber meets the roads of follow through and follow UP.

...

 Each person has their own road to travel; rights and with those rights are responsibilities, maybe their should be just agreements, that are sealed in the heart, or re-visited each morning an night;
 and that big ole thing called

COMMON SENSE

...

sometimes I have to hold my head with my hands and just wonder,

if common sense will come into vogue again.
Then again, maybe those Agreements would make for awesome tattoos on beautiful skin that would serve as daily reminders to be all that people should and can be with their choices
while not offending their beliefs
or the one who gave his life for others
and called to so often to get folks out of the jam or off the sides of the roads they seem to throw themselves into?
...
Just a thought.
Or those agreements can be an app that is viewed thousands of times a day as new phones and games are played on social media and phones and they just POP UP as the reminder of codes of conduct and self regulation!

I miss back then; when folks sat around a table, worked and played and prayed together.

When you could call a friend at 2am and they would just of course be there, because it was a real need; not a bad habit or threat that once again was a repeat performance of the last one.

when if you needed a couple hundred bucks it was a once in a lifetime need that you felt like you would rather take a beating that have to ask for, and you worked your ass to the bone to pay back; rather than ever ever have to ask again; and went without to be sure that you didn't fall short again.

When calling someone was because you wanted to, not because it was convenient to or that there was a hidden agenda about to come out during the conversation and that conversation was all about the one who called and edged into the "meee meee meee" moment.

Remember taking someone to dinner, knowing they would be mindful of their order because you were paying the bill?  Only to be shocked as they looked over the menu and ordered the most expensive item, just cos’ they were not paying the bill!

Oh for the love of baloney sandwiches and those who care when we step out and into others for just the love of doing it and it is noted.

 

 Yep 

seems common sense ain't so common anymore.

Let's all just sit back

and

let God judge it, and maybe he'll pay the mortgage too. Good luck with that, as I'm just sitting here reflecting and keepin it real on this most terrific Thursday.

DRSES