The Chance to Be Kind

You were cruel to people who wouldn’t stand up to you. Boisterous and loud. Often crude.
But when I glimpsed you in Costco after years without contact.
I regret now that I had walked up, hugged you, and wished you well.
Treated you like a long-lost friend.
Thanked you for giving me the job that changed my life.

Or maybe told you what a jerk you had been and asked if you knew the pain you’d caused.

Instead I pretended I didn’t recognize you and walked right by.
I saw your smile fade. Your head drop. Your realization that you had been snubbed.

I am sorry. It was the last chance I had to be kind.

Rest in peace. I hope you can.