This is the best piece you’ll read all day, maybe all year.
When people are near death they start telling the truth. I know this from experience. I got to hang out with my father for a full week when he was in hospice in the week before he died. He was never a big truth-teller. He used to say “Don’t truth me and I won’t truth you.” But that week was different. He had a bunch of things he wanted to get off his chest. He didn’t go so far as to forgive anyone, or say things that would make him vulnerable or embarassed. A lifetime of holding back on these things doesn’t break in a week, no matter how close you are to death. And it wasn’t his fault. He grew up into a world that told men that they had to be strong. And any emotion other than anger would scare the people around him. That such a person would grow a hard impenetrable shell is no surprise.
I’ve had the near-death experience myself, twice — once when I was very young, and once a little over ten years ago. I suppose it’s a reason some people find me hard to accept. But it’s also the reason, I think, that the people who love me, do. If I presented an image of who they want to see, or who I think they want to see, then it’s the image they love, not the person. Now that does not mean you should tell people what you think all the time in every context. But you can change, and apologize and forgive, at any time, without asking anyone’s permission, and without fear of offending. Even if you come in a package that most people don’t associate with change, regret or forgiveness.
Don’t miss the opportunity to clean house and have a great rest of your life, even if you haven’t narrowly escaped death.