Secrets

Yeah. There is a word that just begs to have so much spoken about it. We have our secrets. We let our secrets out. We choose who can have them, who should not have them.

Maybe they are fun, maybe they are hurtful. So on and so forth.

But for me. I was given a secret. It was a pretty big one (no, I am not going to repeat it). I look at it and try to think about whether or not I want this secret.

Too late. I already have it.

Just great. I can't undo it.

I know who would be hurt by this secret. Fortunately it is not me. I know the one holding the secret would likely be hurt the most. I know the person closest could be hurt as much or more. I know the one closest to me could be hurt because I am now holding the secret.

The last would be hurt by the exclusion more than anything else. So that is a wee bit different. I cannot change it though.

I have this goal to be the best man I can be as a friend and as someone who was given this confidence. To be the best I can for those close to me. To do the best I can for all those I know who could be hurt.

I am not a perfect person. I recognize that I have such limitations. I may not be able to be enough to spare hurt feelings. It won't be for lack of my best efforts. If I can not. Then I suppose I go to plan B and have the shoulder to lean on ready to go.