December 2016


By: Jim Bruce

I grew up in a home where apologizing for my wrong actions, for example, taking and hiding my brother’s toys, was required.  All that it took to trigger the apology was a stern look from my Mother.  As I got older and didn’t have the prompt from my Mother, I want to believe that I either recognized my hurtful behaviors or responded to prompts from the people around me and apologized to the wronged party.  However, I know that I must have missed many opportunities when I should have apologized for wrongs both small and large and did not, either because I didn’t know how I’d been offensive, b