I have heard it said – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
I have heard it said that a man who cries is spineless, a weakling not worthy of his salt, but this I can tell you, a man who has never shed a tear has not yet learned to love.
Love and sorrow come into your life hand in hand. I’m an old man now and over these many years I have seen more than my share of sorrows, some so great they brought me to my knees. But I have also loved and with such passion that it set my soul afire. Were you to ask me would I give up one to avoid the other, I would turn away.
What could I possibly give up? Certainly not my love of a woman much stronger and wiser than I. Ruth gave me reason to place one foot in front of the other and move forward into an uncertain future. When I could no longer see the road before me, she trusted in me and that trust forced me to stand taller. I also could not give up my love of the land; it is a thing I was born into.
A man cannot change who he is; he can only hope that with age comes the wisdom to see his folly. I would like to believe I have achieved that.
As I grow ever closer to the end of my time I look back at this life and tell you truthfully, the only thing I would wish to give up is the regret I’ve carried in my heart for all these years.
At long last I have come to realize the things I once counted as regrets were indeed blessings that I was too blind to see.
Mine has been a complicated life, a story worthy of telling, but to appreciate the end you have to go back to the beginning.