It's never too late

Several   years   ago,   while   attending   a communications  course,  I  experienced  a most    unusual    teaching    process.    The instructor  asked  us  to  list  anything  in  our past  that  we  felt  ashamed  of,  guilty  about, regretted,  or  incomplete  about.  The  next week  he  invited  participants  to  read  their lists aloud. This seemed like a very private process, but there's always some brave soul in the crowd who will volunteer. As people read their lists, mine grew longer.After  three  weeks,  I  had  101  items  on  my list.  The  instructor  then  suggested  that  we find  ways  to make  amends,  apologize  to people,  or  take  some  action  to  right  any wrongdoing.   I   was   seriously   wondering how     this     could     ever     improve     my communications, having visions of alienating just about everyone from my life.The  next  week,  the  man  next  to  me  raised his hand and volunteered this story:“While making my list, I remembered an incident  from  high  school.  I  grew  up  in  a small town in Iowa. There was a sheriff in town that none of us kids liked. One night, my two buddies and I decided to play a trick on  Sheriff  Brown.  After  drinking  a  few beers, we found a can of red paint, climbed the public water tank in the midle of town, and wrote, on the tank, in bright red letters: Sheriff Brown is an s.o.b. The next day, the town arose to see our glorious sign. Within two hours, Sheriff Brown had my two pals and me in his office. My friends confessed and  I  lied,  denying  the  truth.  No  one  ever found out.Nearly 20 years later, Sheriff Brown's name appears on my list. I didn't even know if he was   still   alive.   Last   weekend,   I   dialed information in my hometown back in Iowa. Sure enough, there was a Roger Brown still listed.  I  dialed  his  number.  After  a  few rings,  I  heard:  “Hello?”  I  said:  “Sheriff Brown?”  Pause.  “Yup.”  “Well,  this  is Jimmy  Calkins.  And  I  want  you  to  know that I did it.” Pause. “I knew it!” he yelled back.  We  had  a  good  laugh  and  a  lively discussion.    His    closing    words    were: “Jimmy, I always felt badly for you because your  buddies  got  it  off  their  chest,  and  I knew you were carrying it around all these years. I want to thank you for calling me... for your sake.”Jimmy inspired me to clear up all 101 items on my list. It took me almost two years, but became the springboard and true inspiration for  my  career  as  a  conflict  mediator.  No matter  how  difficult  the  conflict,  crisis  or situation, I always remember that it's never too  late  to  clear  up  the  past  and  begin resolution.-Marilyn ManningEach  experience  through  which  we  pass operates  for  our  good.  This  is  a  correct attitude to adopt and we must be able to see it in that light.