All my life I have heard about people suffering a horrific loss and then before they have had a chance to recover from their injuries....or process the loss of a love one, they are before my eyes claiming to have forgiven the person that wronged them......... Really?
Hmm, I seem to lack the ability to forgive.....or forget!
If I am going to make such a claim,......surely I owe you a story to explore the fact. Years ago I had a college professor, that I hated! Her name was Dorothy I.K. Lell, she taught Geography..... Her nickname was Dorothy Lell, the Bitch from Hell. Why, well.......she wasn't easy. I will forever remember her first exam, "......students for your exam you will be responsible to name, spell correctly and place on a map the following. (Keep in mind this is just the first exam) The areas you are responsible to know is every Nation, State, Capitol, and towns with a population of 10,000 or more in North, South and Central America. In addition you must know all the rivers, lakes, oceans, seas and large bodies of water." She went on to explain our final exam still 3 months away would be comprehensive..... F'ing bitch.
Mrs. Lell's map contained 90 dots in the state of Missouri alone..... Was it hard? Oh, hell yes.....
A college advisor told me, (Dr. Ellis) said, "....I tell my student hope for a B, pray for a C and be okay if you just pass one of Dorothy Lell's classes....... (I got a B)
She died before I graduated..... With no tears shed I said,....."I must attend her estate auction, so I can pee on her bathroom floor....." Was I joking? Yes!!! Did I pee on her bathroom floor? Also Yes!!!
I purchased her computer that day (though it was labeled property of SEMO). This is the point I should stop writing and make a note to myself: "Jeff put passwords on anything you don't want anyone to read after you die.....or get arrested."
A nice person wouldn't say anything,..... no one ever accused me of being nice. Dorothy Lell, knew a lot about Geography....and writing love letters. Steamy love letters that she saved on the computer our college (SEMO) had given her. OMG, Dorothy was kinky.......
Turns out her lover was one of my dad's friends, a farmer that lived just down the road on the edge of the "Old Fields." Farm land that once was at the bottom of the Mississippi River, the ground is as rich as it is black. Land so rich once a company sold it one bag at a time for home use.
My dad's friend lived in a one story brick home on the south side of highway 25.....but according to Dorothy Lell, that was the location of paradise as she never knew what it meant to be touched by a man, until he touched her........ hmm, maybe that is why she choose not to be burried next to her deceased husband.
One last comment about Dorothy Lell, the inscription on her tombstone is one of the best I have ever read. "Graduated From The School Of Life With Honors" .......and orgasms too it would seem.
Over 30 years have passed....and here I am thinking, hmm, I sort of need to pee, wish I was in her bathroom right now...... Am I joking? Yes, that is a joke. Would I pee on her floor again? Also yes.........
But good for you if forgiveness is something you have mastered.
