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I have been having a philosophical summer, almost as if I were 19 again and trying to figure out what I think about myself and the world all over again. I feel more lost now, at 59, than I did 40 years ago. One of my questions, which I cannot answer, is whether to forgive myself and if so, how to do so.
I'm not evil, and never have been, but in my life (like I suppose in most lives as long as mine), I have been careless or stupid or self-indulgent in ways that have had unintended but dreadful consequences for other people. I could tell this to a priest, to a therapist, to a dear friend, but the truth is I have done all those things in the past and the telling of it has not lightened me even one moment -- and has, no doubt, caused the listener some pain (even if only the injury of knowing).
So I have decided to tell you. Not all of it -- I think that's preposterous. Who in their right mind would want to hear every sin I've condemned myself for? But I'll tell you the very short version of one such, and I invite you to care, not about me (as I don't think such is truly possible on the net), but about the question.
If you were me, could you forgive yourself?
Okay, here's what I did: I was careless and foolish, and played a big role in allowing a predator into a business sector I was a frontline regulator for. It was liability insurance for school sports programs, and when the schools had filed enough claims, the business evaporated and left people in the most dire straits. There were dozens of kids made quadreplic from breaking their necks in football or swimming, and so on. The insurance should have paid for their care for their entire lives and that promise was totally and completely broken. This was a deliberate fraud and took all of 18 months to complete, and made the fraudster a multi-millionaire.
Anyway, after the collapse of this business, I hunted the fraudster who had designed it and profited from it. I wasn't alone in my hunt, and I wasn't the most talented member of the team chasing him, but I was probably the most determined. I was the one who not only wanted the money, so we could pay at least part of what the injured kids were owed, I wanted the fraudster to go to prison.
He figured out what I intended and he knew I might succeed, so to escape, he murdered a man and then threw his body from a plane to fake his own death, as if he had died in a sky-diving mishap. Three years later, he was found -- with the money and in a country with no extradition treaty. He never was punished, by me or anyone else, and there never was any repayment of what was owed, to the kids or anyone else. So I failed to get anyone justice, and my zeal cost yet another person their life.
I can honestly say I didn't expect the murder -- and yet I knew on the day I was told he had died that he had faked his death and killed someone to do it. I obviously should have known. A sociopath who would plan to impoverish kids who were paralyzed -- kids who never would have played sports at schools who couldn't get insurance and thus, would still have been healthy -- someone who would plan such a crime is clearly capable of murder.
It's been over 20 years since all this happened, and I can't forgive myself. I don't think I'm a bad person. I can argue my own case -- I was totally inexperienced, I was up against a world-class criminal, I wasn't alone in not preventing this, blah, blah, blah. Yet I know I was careless and foolish and I am responsible for the part I played in all that misery and suffering. I also feel I had met so many depraved, evil people before this that I should have recognized this fraudster before he was let loose on the business sector I was (partially) responsible for, and that I am (in my failure) responsible for all the injured kids as well. (It would take me awhile to explain all the ins and outs of this regulatory stuff, and it's not really germane to my question.)
I don't care if you are religious or not. I don't care if you struggle with similar issues or just find the question interesting. I'm not looking for absolution or comfort. I'm not unhinged about this -- I've made what peace I can with it. Not that I can make much, but enough so I can get up in the morning, get on with my life, etc.
This isn't coloring my whole life -- but it's one of the rats that gnawes on me at 3 am, if you know what I mean.
I think most adults have at least one such 3 am rat, so I am asking:
If you were me, could you forgive yourself? And if so, how would you do that?
When it's impossible to ever begin to undo the harm you have done, how do you forgive?
I'm not evil, and never have been, but in my life (like I suppose in most lives as long as mine), I have been careless or stupid or self-indulgent in ways that have had unintended but dreadful consequences for other people. I could tell this to a priest, to a therapist, to a dear friend, but the truth is I have done all those things in the past and the telling of it has not lightened me even one moment -- and has, no doubt, caused the listener some pain (even if only the injury of knowing).
So I have decided to tell you. Not all of it -- I think that's preposterous. Who in their right mind would want to hear every sin I've condemned myself for? But I'll tell you the very short version of one such, and I invite you to care, not about me (as I don't think such is truly possible on the net), but about the question.
If you were me, could you forgive yourself?
Okay, here's what I did: I was careless and foolish, and played a big role in allowing a predator into a business sector I was a frontline regulator for. It was liability insurance for school sports programs, and when the schools had filed enough claims, the business evaporated and left people in the most dire straits. There were dozens of kids made quadreplic from breaking their necks in football or swimming, and so on. The insurance should have paid for their care for their entire lives and that promise was totally and completely broken. This was a deliberate fraud and took all of 18 months to complete, and made the fraudster a multi-millionaire.
Anyway, after the collapse of this business, I hunted the fraudster who had designed it and profited from it. I wasn't alone in my hunt, and I wasn't the most talented member of the team chasing him, but I was probably the most determined. I was the one who not only wanted the money, so we could pay at least part of what the injured kids were owed, I wanted the fraudster to go to prison.
He figured out what I intended and he knew I might succeed, so to escape, he murdered a man and then threw his body from a plane to fake his own death, as if he had died in a sky-diving mishap. Three years later, he was found -- with the money and in a country with no extradition treaty. He never was punished, by me or anyone else, and there never was any repayment of what was owed, to the kids or anyone else. So I failed to get anyone justice, and my zeal cost yet another person their life.
I can honestly say I didn't expect the murder -- and yet I knew on the day I was told he had died that he had faked his death and killed someone to do it. I obviously should have known. A sociopath who would plan to impoverish kids who were paralyzed -- kids who never would have played sports at schools who couldn't get insurance and thus, would still have been healthy -- someone who would plan such a crime is clearly capable of murder.
It's been over 20 years since all this happened, and I can't forgive myself. I don't think I'm a bad person. I can argue my own case -- I was totally inexperienced, I was up against a world-class criminal, I wasn't alone in not preventing this, blah, blah, blah. Yet I know I was careless and foolish and I am responsible for the part I played in all that misery and suffering. I also feel I had met so many depraved, evil people before this that I should have recognized this fraudster before he was let loose on the business sector I was (partially) responsible for, and that I am (in my failure) responsible for all the injured kids as well. (It would take me awhile to explain all the ins and outs of this regulatory stuff, and it's not really germane to my question.)
I don't care if you are religious or not. I don't care if you struggle with similar issues or just find the question interesting. I'm not looking for absolution or comfort. I'm not unhinged about this -- I've made what peace I can with it. Not that I can make much, but enough so I can get up in the morning, get on with my life, etc.
This isn't coloring my whole life -- but it's one of the rats that gnawes on me at 3 am, if you know what I mean.
I think most adults have at least one such 3 am rat, so I am asking:
If you were me, could you forgive yourself? And if so, how would you do that?
When it's impossible to ever begin to undo the harm you have done, how do you forgive?
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