After 10 and 15 years, I’m still embarrassed about some of the statements I made to my children in the heat of an argument. Unable to say “I was wrong to yell at you,” I resorted to hotly retorting “I’m sorry I yelled, but you made me so mad when you (fill in the blank)” or “I’m sorry if you were offended” or “I’m sorry you feel that way.” Often, I stomped out of the room and sometimes, I avoided the other party for several hours after the explosion. I know there were many times I didn’t ask for forgiveness nor did I promise to change my behavior or ask how I could make it right.
Daisey posted an apology on his website. He individually addresses his audiences, his theatre colleagues, journalists, and human rights advocates and ends with this:
I speak about truth because it is what I aspire to. All my stories, even when I’ve fallen short, have been attempts to experience the truth with my audiences.
I am sorry for where I have failed. I will look closer, be more patient, and listen more clearly.
I will be humble before the work.
There’s a difference between regret and remorse — between a simple statement that apologizes for the consequences of a behavior and the deeper, more personal message that owns up to the mistake and offers to make amends. It’s easy to hear the difference; it’s takes a concentrated effort to be the difference.
About Abraham Lincoln
I do not remember that you and I have ever met personally. I write this now as a grateful acknowledgment for the almost inestimable service you have done the country. I wish to say a word further. When you first reached the vicinity of Vicksburg, I thought you should do what you finally did – march the troops across the neck, run the batteries with the transport and thus go below; and I never had any faith except a general hope that you knew better than I, that the Yazoo-Pass expedition and the like could succeed. When you got below, and took Port Gibson, Grand Gulf, and vicinity, I thought you should go down the river and join Gen. Banks; and when you turned Northward, East of the Big Black, I feared it was a mistake. I now wish to make the personal acknowledgement that you were right and I was wrong.
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