Dear Mr. Biker that I cut off.

You were upset and rightfully so.

What should I have done to make it right?

I could have gotten out of my car at the stop light and apologized.

But I was afraid of what you might say or do to me.

So I stayed put.

You were to set on letting me know how upset you were.

I was amazed at your anger and hurt.

Your desire to set me straight.

I was surprised at how much you needed to bore holes in my soul.

Never knew that was a need.

To let others know how much they trampled on you.

My hope is that you didn’t kick the dog when you got home.

Or yell at your wife.

My hope is that you can forgive me and let go.

If I hurt your soul, I am so sorry.

But please don’t let me.

Don’t give others permission to make you angry and upset.

My hope is that you know

I was careless, and it was stupid and I will do better.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

My hope is that you not let others affect you so much that it ruins your whole day.

If it is a need to pursue anger in order to teach someone a lesson, ok.

Lesson learned.

I just hope it doesn’t ruin other things for you as well.

I wasn’t out to get you.

I didn’t intentionally try and hurt you.

Unfairness is life.

Please don’t give your power away in the pursuit of right and wrong.

It will lead to torment.