Chapter 45 apologize

A few weeks before Christmas, I arrived at the Archmage's door.I put my hands in my pockets.He had a pacemaker inserted into his chest a few weeks earlier, and the procedure went well, but, looking back, I think it was his last shot.His health was like a balloon that was slowly leaking out.In time for his 90th birthday, he joked to the children that until he was 90 years old, everything was up to him, and after that the children could do whatever they wanted. Surviving this milestone may be enough.He hardly ever eats a piece of toast or fruit as a meal and walks up and down the driveway twice as vigorous exercise.He still rides to synagogue with the Indian home care worker and friend Tila.People from the church will help him get out of the car, sit in a wheelchair, and enter the church. He will greet the children in the daycare class.At the Sharpley supermarket, he uses the shopping cart as a walker, clutching the handles for balance.He'll chat with other shoppers.Following a habit he picked up during the Great Depression, he only bought bread and cakes in the 50% off area.Tira saw it, rolled her eyes, and said, "It's not because I'm short of money, it's because I've got it."

He was a happy man, the handiwork of God, and it was sad to see him die day by day. In his office, I help him carry boxes.He wanted to give me some books, saying it would break his heart to keep them.I watched him in his wheelchair, sliding to a pile of books, stroking them to reminisce, and then putting them down one by one and moving on to another pile. If you could pack your bags for heaven, do it: touch everything and take nothing with you. At this juncture, do you still feel the need to forgive anyone?I asked him. I have forgiven everyone.He said. Every? Yes. Did they forgive you too?

hope so.I have asked them to forgive me. He looks away. You know, we have a tradition that when you go to a funeral, you're supposed to stand by the coffin and ask the deceased to forgive you for everything you did. He made a face. Personally, I don't want to wait that long. I remember the Archmage's most public apology.That was the last time he preached at a major festival as the senior rabbi of the church. He could have used the occasion to reflect on his accomplishments, but he begged forgiveness from his parishioners.He said he was sorry he didn't save more marriages, visit sick people more often, comfort parents who lost children more, and don't have the money to help widows or families struggling financially.He apologized for the teens he didn't spend enough time teaching.He apologized for not being able to come to the workplace to participate in the seminar on bringing his own lunch.He even apologized for the guilt of not studying every day, even though it was due to sickness or other invitations taking up his precious time.

For all this, gracious God, he concluded: forgive me, forgive me Ostensibly, that was his last big sermon. His last words were: Give me a chance to redeem my sins. ④ The archmage advised me not to wait. Mitch, it's not okay to be angry or hold a grudge. He makes a fist in one hand: this will make you churn inside.It hurts you more than the person you're angry with. So forget it?I asked. Or don't let this kind of qi happen from the beginning.He said: Do you know what I have discovered over the years?If I have a disagreement with someone and they come to me for a talk, I always start by saying: I've thought about it, and I'm afraid you're right in some respects.

Then again, I don't always think that way.But saying that helps lighten the mood.They relax as soon as they hear it, and then they can negotiate.I am faced with a situation where the smell of gunpowder is strong, then what should I say Remove the fuse? Yes, remove the fuse.We need to do this, especially with our families. You know, in our tradition, we have to ask forgiveness from everyone, even people we only met a few times.But we often drag on the people closest to us, our wives, children, and parents.Mitch, don't wait.What a waste of waiting. He told me a story.A man buried his wife.In front of the tomb, he stood beside the archmage, tears streaming down his face.

I love her.he whispered. The archmage nodded. I mean I really love her. The man burst into tears. And I almost told her once. The archmage looked at me sadly. Unspoken words are more annoying than anything else. Afterwards, I asked the Archmage to forgive him for everything I might have said or done to make him sad.He smiled and said that while he couldn't recall anything I did or said to upset him, he'd take it all over. OK, I joked, I'm glad we got this over with. You are innocent. Timing is of the utmost importance. well said.So the ancient sages and sages told us to repent the day before we die.

But how do we know which day is exactly the day before we die? He raised his eyebrows. True, we just don't know. I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take away your hearts of stone and replace them with hearts of flesh. Ezekiel thirty-six chapter twenty-six ④ During the Jewish festival, as usual, everyone should reflect on the mistakes of the past year, repent and seek redemption, so the content of the master's sermon is actually in line with the spirit of the festival.