Eden's Fresh Horse's Brigade is a sorry one this week.
I mentioned here last week about my irritating, incessent apologising
for any little thing, every little thing and all the rest.
I also mentioned that the 'big sorries' didn't always come as easily.
The shameful, burning face, 'I-really-plucked-this-up' sorry that takes guts.
That's been a learning curve.
This week I have felt a lingering sorry though.
A big sorry.
Not because I've plucked up, or stuffed it, hit send or spoke too quickly.
Because I've been lucky.
Supremely, incredibly, wonderfully lucky.
And others haven't.
I'm truly sorry for them.
For what I now represent to them.
A tad like survivor's guilt, I guess.
Sometimes, we don't have to be at fault to be big sorry.
I guess that's where 'sorrow' comes from.