Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Through my fault,
through my fault,
through my most grievous fault
- Through my fault, I spoke inappropriately to a grieving mother.
- Through my fault, I didn’t acknowledge that I’d spoken inappropriately to a grieving mother.
- Through my fault, I justified writing and speaking about a grieving mother.
- Through my fault, I did not know the whole story, but still spoke as if I did.
- Through my fault, I have judged when it was not my place to judge.
- Through my fault, I have failed to listen when the subject is distasteful to me.
Through my most grievous fault, I have hurt a woman who did not deserve to be hurt.
I, filled with shame and embarrassment, humbly apologize to those I have offended. But, I reserve the deepest of my bow to the grieving mother. I pray someone will tell her I said as much.
(I have disabled comments because I do not want, nor need, approval or disapproval of this post. I wrote this, not for recognition, but because it was the right thing to do.)