On the eve of Yom Kippur, the
Jewish Day of Atonement, we are to ask others for forgiveness for offenses
committed in the past year. “If we cannot forgive others,” said the Hassidic Master
Israel Ba’al Shem Tov, “how can we expect G-d to forgive us?”
But it occurred to me that the effort not to be offensive
can lead to not saying much and not doing much. I have been guiltier of that
than of doing the wrong thing. Not only this last year, but most of my life.
The down side of only saying nice things is that sooner
or later no one can take what you say as having any weight. No writer wants to
end their days having said the equivalent of noting.
So rather than asking for your forgiveness for what I may
have said or done that caused offense, I ask for forgiveness for all I should
have done, could have done, but didn’t.
The times I should have stepped in to help.
The times I should have spoken up, even if some people
wouldn’t like it.
The times I could have stepped out
of my comfort zone, but I hid in my safe space instead.
Please forgive me.