I Don’t Blame People For Their Mistakes

Last year, to this very date, I was robbed and beaten into a concrete floor by three individuals while at a studio with a friend. And though two of the three were caught, we know how the justice system works. There is a 50 percent chance that they will rot in jail for 30 years; there is also a 50 percent chance that lack of proof will let them loose on the streets once again, just so they can harm others doing the same stupid s**t as they did with me.

Today, I received compensation from the U.S. Government for the properties stolen. And on my way back from the gas station, as I pulled out $500 (giving $250 to my mom for buying a new iPhone, of which was stolen that night), something hit me. I don’t know what it was. Perhaps divine intervention of some sort, but I realized that though they may get off with their crimes against man, I forgive them.

John Hammond Once Said…

I know this is a rather stupid example, but in “Jurassic Park,” near the end, John Hammond — after that weird programmer guy who plays “Newman” on Seinfeld steals some dino-DNA and shuts down the electric wiring — says something that we all need to remember: “I don’t blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.”

In this sense, we must be reminded that though blame brings nothing except anxiety and cynicism, forgiveness (with payment intact) really does set the human soul free. I am not religious, and I never intend on being religious. But I do believe that blaming people for mistakes — no matter how deviant the mistake may be — is not the answer. However, when a mistake is made, you have a responsibility to pay for it.

If I Broke A Window…

If I were to break a neighbor’s window, I would pay for it; if I were to hit someone with my car, I would pay for it; and if I were to rob someone, beat them, and leave them for dead, I would surely pay for them. However, I would not wish blame upon me. Blame brings nothing. It breeds a cynical outlook on life, and a feeling that there will never be justice for what has been done. But reluctantly denying blame and forgiving those who wrong you (but all-the-while asking for their crime to be paid for) will transcend you to the heights of gods among men.

You see, you can blame all you want, but in the end I do not feel bad about that night. Rather, I pity them. I pity them because that is how they have to live their lives: robbing people and spending nights in a jail cell because of it. Isn’t that sad? This is how they feed themselves; this is how they pay their rent; this is how they live their lives. And to me, pity is worse than blame, for pity means you are looking down on someone for being that low of a human being.

In The End…

In the end, no one wins and no one loses with blame, and even if they do not pay for their mistakes, eventually one of them will, and there will be no defense attorney on earth (except perhaps Ted Bundy, who was the best damned attorney on the face of this planet, representing himself and getting off with 30 charges of murder…though unfortunately for the three who wronged me, Ted Bundy burned just like they will) that can protect them from life in prison, or death by execution.

So I do not blame them; I feel bad for them. And I thank them for reminding me of that one single quote, of which no one else may feel is relevant but I have an ethereal feeling that it means the difference between life and death, and between wrong versus right: “I don’t blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.” And if they do not pay now, that is the justice system’s problem, because I feel that living such a horrible life is payment enough for me ($500 from the government helps, too).

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