Oh Danny, is this the end?
No Sandy. It’s only the beginning.

There is a new book by Dan Pink making the promotional rounds these days. It's about regret. I am guessing it will give us some version of a Stoic response to feeling regret. Like it isn't good or bad, it's just how we deal with it. If it keeps us from making progress, it's bad. If we never feel regret, it's bad. Keep it somewhere in the middle.
(I'm sure once I read it, I'll be way off the premise)
I carry some regrets and try to use them as learning experiences. Like doing amateur impressions of kids in my dorm. (some might call it "making fun of" someone) Freshman year in college I was demonstrating a particularly funny imitation to some new friends when they fell silent. "He's right behind me, isn't he?" I turned, looked at poor Jonathan, and felt the blood drain from my body. Jonathan wasn't happy, and I knew better than to make fun of him. I use this regret to keep my need for attention at bay. It even works sometimes.
Another college regret came up today. I am enjoying a lunch with my lovely bride when a face from my past walks by. On our way out the door I double-check to see if it's him. It is. I make my way over to say hello, and the memory of our last encounter hits me in the gut. I used to be roommates with his brother and, at the time, shared some not so flattering stories about him with friends. Years later we were at a party and an old friend said, "Whatever happened to that psycho roommate of yours?" My eyes got wide because his brother was with us. My old friend pressed on. "You know. Your freshman year roommate? The guy who did X? Or when he did Y? Come on. Nothing? Didn't he also Z?"
The brother wasn't happy. I was embarrassed. It was one of the last times I visited with him. 25 years ago? More? I hesitate to approach him but don't let my regret hold me back.
Pleasantries are exchanged, followed by a "what's going on?"
"Well, you may have heard that I have cancer. . . .stage four. . .two years of chemo. . .we're hopeful. . .so many treatments. . ."
Honestly, I miss most of the details. I am dumbfounded to find out what this man is dealing with. I find it hard to listen. I can only see flashing images of his mother, his brother, his wife, the kids they probably have. . .my wife, kids. . .
Time buries old hurts they say, but it also gives us perspective. Life really is short. We really should do our best. If we mess up, we really should try again. And we really shouldn't let our regrets hold us back.
All that stuff.
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