speaking of grudges
- A couple of weeks back I was talking
with a group of guys about the war in Iraq.
It was clear during the discussion
that I tended to see the US invasion in a little
different light than they did.
At one point, one guy who was a Vietnam
vet became really angry and started saying
stuff like "why the hell don't you just leave
this country....go live in a communist country....
if you don't support America!"
I said something like: I support America
everybit as much as you do. We just have
different ideas about what where we would
like to see it focus its attention.
He then muttered something under his breath
about Jane Fonda, and stormed out of
For the past few weeks he has gone out of
his way to avoid me.....always looking away
when I approach. The other day we were
so close to one another he couldn't avoid
looking at me. And he did so....with such
animosity it kind of stopped me in my tracks.
I looked him square in the face and asked
if he was still carrying a grudge.
He replied, as if with a sense of pride....
as if I had asked him if he was married.....
"Ever since 1965! You bet I am!"
It struck me how he wore that statement
kind of like a badge of honor. And I could
see just how it had become a kind of
I could see that he intended to hold onto
it no matter what...
.....no matter how miserable it made him.
I could see how easily he was willing
to sacrifice his heretofore pleasant
relationship with 'melody', in order to
maintain that portion of his identity.
I was really speechless. The only thing I
heard myself say in response was "My goodness...."