I know my neighbors by their dog’s names for example – Buster’s mom or Ruff’s dad. On a recent afternoon, I heard from Neighbor X that Neighbor Y’s malti poo was ripped apart by a Pit bull. The malti poo was in the emergency room getting treated for trauma and other things. Luckily the maltipoo made it after a few rounds of surgery and drips.
My heart skipped a beat and after sitting on pins and needles for a few weeks, I visited the maltipoo. As soon as I stepped in, and saw the cutie with bandages around her neck, I broke down. I cried and cried and could not even talk. I was unstoppable. The neighbors were nice enough to let me have my moment (or a few) with the poodle and sat with me until I could gather myself. I apologized for my weird behavior before leaving. I have not been able to get over the embarrassment that I was not in control of my emotions and just let it all loose.
A few days back, a guy came by to give me an estimate for some work around my house. He saw the trees in my backyard and got very emotional. He talked about global warming and how we humans were not leaving a good legacy for the next generation. He spoke with a lot of passion and sobbed uncontrollably. He apologized for his sudden outburst and left.
This morning I was reminiscing the two incidents and came across this quote that summed it up nicely.
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun does not apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.Iain . S . Thoman