Choices and Forgiveness

Sometimes Hubby and I disagree (crazy, I know) -- and not just disagree about what's for dinner or whether or not there is enough trash to take the can to the curb... but disagree on more philosophical ideas. 

Hubby believes a person chooses whether or not to be hurt by the actions of another.  I believe, once hurt, a person chooses whether or not to forgive the actions of another.

Hubby feels that being hurt is a choice -- that when someone behaves in a hurtful way, he makes a choice, in that moment, to be hurt or not. 
I feel that by being in meaningful relationships with others (friends, siblings, marriage, families) you open yourself up to the possibility of being hurt because, in order for relationships to be genuine, one must be vulnerable, and therefore open themselves up to the possibility of being hurt by another.  From my perspective, you do not choose whether or not to be hurt -- once hurt by someone close to you, you choose whether or not to forgive.

Maybe the truth is somewhere between Hubby and my opinions... either way, here is a Thought for Today:
 

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Chris' - The Streak is Broken

Every great run comes to an end.  This is a reality.  However, it wasn't supposed to happen until years down the road when we surpassed the total World Series wins of the overpaid Yankees.

Yes, last night the Cardinals lost to the Giants. They didn't just loose, they were stomped.
They had some hits, but failed to score a single run.  In fact, they only scored one run in the last three games!

They only had to win one of the last 3 games, but they choked.  They started the series off winning 3 of 4 games, then they couldn't pull it together.

Going back to the amazing World Series win of last year, we had won 6 straight elimination games.  Yesterday that streak was broken.

We were excited for a St. Louis/Detroit World Series, but we will just have to hold on to the memory of beating Detroit in 2006.

The Cardinals are mourning.
St. Louis is mourning.
Half of the Miller house is mourning.

Some kid came up to me this morning to give me a box of Kleenex.
Brat.

But she was right, we'll get them next year.
At least we haven't had to wait over a hundred years like Cub fans.