Moving Forward: The Power of Forgiveness in Overcoming the Past
Who is the hardest person to forgive? Usually yourself. The lad who used to beat me up on the way to school told me years later that I had saved his life.
Who is the hardest person to forgive? Usually yourself. The lad who used to beat me up on the way to school told me years later that I had saved his life.
We moved to Truro, into a caravan first, and I was bullied at school. I met him in town a couple of years ago and he said I had no idea how much I saved his life. I said yes, you used to beat me up on the way there. The harder one is me. I still feel like a burden even with paid carers, and that is shame I have not forgiven myself for yet. You cannot push pain away. It just keeps rumbling on underneath.
One thing to try: Pick one thing over the next fortnight and work on forgiving it. Start with yourself if that is the honest answer.
In this episode
(0:01) Going back to basics on forgiveness
(3:15) Moving to Truro, the caravan, and being bullied at school
(5:13) Meeting him in town, and what he said to me
(6:39) Still feeling like a burden, and the shame underneath it
(9:45) You cannot push pain away, it keeps rumbling along
(11:27) Have you really moved on, or have you just stopped looking
(13:05) Not getting rid of it. Taking the lesson out of it
(14:50) Reconciliation, including with yourself
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The question this answers
Who is the hardest person to forgive?
Usually yourself. I have tried to record this episode more than once and deleted it, because forgiveness is enormous and because I am still in the middle of the self part of it.
The heart of it
Not forgiving somebody is like drinking poison and waiting for them to feel ill. They have moved on. You are the one left holding it.
Nothing here requires them. You never have to tell them, and they do not need to know.
We moved to Truro when I was about ten. A caravan first, then a house near the primary school. I was the new one, and there was an estate above ours I had to walk through twice a day.
Every last lunch break I made sure my coat and bag were in my hand, because I had to reach the green before he did. If he got there first I either ran the gauntlet or went the long way round and got in trouble at home for being late. I could not tell my parents I was being beaten up at the school I actually liked.
Three years later I heard somebody shouting for help. It was him. He had cut his leg and I ran up through the top estate to fetch his mum.
I bumped into him in town a couple of years ago. He said I had no idea how much I saved his life. I said yes, you used to beat me up on the way to school. He waved it off. It did not really matter though, did it. Yes. It really did.
The harder one is me. I broke my own neck diving into that pool, and there is nobody to blame, so there is nobody to forgive.
Sometimes I feel it would be easier if I had somebody else to blame. Then at least there would be a tangible person to forgive.
For thirty years I would not ask for anything. Somebody in a shop offers to pass me something and I say no thanks, I am fine. At an air show a year after the accident, two servicemen offered to help me into the cockpit of a fighter jet and I said no and had myself pushed away. Years later I understood I had deprived them of helping me.
That is shame, and it is what has not been forgiven.
Jack Kornfield lays out the stages, and they run roughly: understand the hurt honestly without minimising or inflating it, find some empathy, be genuinely willing, release the grievance, notice what that gives you, and then reconcile.
Releasing it is not deleting it. Imagine dragging a weight on a string along a beach. Put it down and it is still there, still visible, still something you could trip on. But you have walked away from it, and every year it has less pull, and you stop leaving that great trench behind you.
One small thing to try
Pick one thing over the next fortnight and work on forgiving it. Start with yourself if that is the honest answer.
And hold this alongside. You have no idea what the alternative would have been. We always imagine the version where it did not happen through rose tinted glass. There is no time machine. There is only the trajectory you are actually on, and you can change that.
Questions people ask
Does forgiving mean what they did was acceptable?
No. It is not condoning anything and it is not reconciliation. It is about what you are carrying, which is a separate question from what they deserve.
Why is forgiving myself harder?
Because you have the inside information. With somebody else you only know the outside, and you can give them the benefit of the doubt you refuse yourself.
What if I do not want to let it go?
Then notice that, honestly. Sometimes carrying it gives us an identity, and we do not know who we would be without it. Recognising that is the whole first stage.
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