An Apology…

Christianity and Islam, teaches us to accept an apology and that we should not judge others, even if they have been hurtful.

Thinking of what my daddy would have said to me, I decided that it was wiser not to say anything else, other than, “Okay, take care,” after the person had repeated the same sentence a number of times. When the person responded with, “No, you okay take care,” Silently, I gave thanks to my dad and text nothing more. I could feel deep anger coming from the person and knew that I had done the right thing. I wasn’t asked, but I guess the person hadn’t thought that maybe I had a good reason for replying late to the happy new year message. I didn’t offer a reason. I wasn’t given space for it and realised that, in his pure anger, he didn’t care for one. I suddenly thought, those who knew me well, love me and care for me, would never have gotten angry with me, or even used any bad tones with me and that helped me to feel better. Actually… they would most probably have thought I was just being a… “Ditsy and scatter brained” me! Bless them all!

I never wish badly on anyone, no matter who they are, or what they say and I truly dislike arguing with anybody. It’s an awful feeling and I find it very upsetting. Daddy taught me that, if someone apologies to you, especially with a genuine good heart, then you should accept it.
 
Sometimes in life, we just have to accept how a person feels and that we don’t know their state of mind, or what’s happening in their life. However, sometimes we do know their state of mind. Either way, we know it’s wiser and kinder to say, “okay, take care,” then leave it to God. 

I am honestly so thankful to my dad, for the way he raised me and all the very wise lessons he taught me. My dad didn’t argue back, not even with my mom. He would smile silently, while he carried on with what he was doing. I would look on, laughing at my mom getting frustrated with my dad for not arguing with her and my dads smile when he heard her say, “Do you hear me Mr Baron?!” When my mom calmed down with, “I may as well talk to the wall,” dad would bring her a cup of coffee, smiling, “Here you are my darling,” dad would say, as he placed the coffee cup on the table. They would then laugh. Dad didn’t argue or speak badly with his wife, or any woman. Women were held in high regard and greatly respected, especially mothers, daughters etc. That was dad’s belief as a man, as well as his religious belief. He was so protective towards me in this regard. He would say that, if I needed telling something, it was his responsibility to tell me, because he was my father.

The way I responded to people in these situations, was always important to my dad. He would ask me how I replied. When I told him, that I hadn’t argued back and was respectful of who the person was, dad would be so happy and say, “Ahh, good girl” or “that’s my girl.” My daddy may have left this world for a better place, paradise, but I will always respect him, as if he was was here. I’m still my daddy’s daughter and I hold his lessons and values dear to my heart.

Thank you Daddy Baron, I do love you so very much and a big thank you to the ones who actually know me and care for me.💙

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