I’ve been stabbed in the back. I’ve done some stabbing myself. Pettiness can be a toxic drug. Just never twice. Some people have earned a pass, many times over. When they cash it in, I deal with it, accept it, and we move on. Once it’s squashed, it’s squashed. If you can’t squash it, part ways. Either way, no questions asked. Never allow pettiness to fester among friends.
Looking back over the years, I respect the One Pass. Any more than that, I ultimately regretted. Any less, I really don’t know how deep our loyalty is. Nothing tests friendship more than forgiveness. And, by nature, I am not a forgiving person. I’m not petty, I’m vindictive, even if in subtle ways. So if I don’t squash it, or let that person go, it will get the best of me, sooner rather than later. it has. Time and again. But the very very few who have traded only one with me over the years, still good to this day. If you can forgive somebody once, and not regret it, you got a true friend. If you can be forgiven once, and keep it that way, you are a true friend.
Step your own game up. And see who steps up with you. Most won’t. Most of the time, 100% will not. Every now and then, there will be that 1%, if ever. But you have to be that 1% first. You have to be the friend before you can make a friend. Both my mom and my dad taught me that early on, but in such different ways, for such different reasons. I’m very, very thankful for the friends who have proven them right, time and again.
It’s funny to think, that after all these decades, just how much of me hasn’t really changed. Every encounter was/is/always wil be an opportunity to make a friend. For the million times that it wasn’t, it was worth the few times that it was. I’ve never regretted shaking the hand of a potential enemy. Well, not for long, anyway.