I wish I could forget that I have felt powerless before and didn’t know how to fight
Except, if I did, then I might not be as sensitive to those who have been similarly challenged.
I wish I could forget that I have sometimes been insensitive and unkind
Except, if I did, then I might not be as forgiving of others who display that same behavior.
I wish I could forget some of the hurtful memories related to my childhood
Except, if I did, then I might not be as forgiving of myself as a parent.
I wish I could forget the sting of insults I have occasionally received
Except, if I did, then I might not try to be as careful with my own words.
I wish I could forget the pain of the mass shootings in our country
Except, if I did, I might not be so adamantly opposed to semi-automatic weapons
I wish I could forget the horror of watching George Floyd’s murder
Except, if I did, I might not be as aware of systemic racism.
I wish I could forget heartbreaking stories of rape and sexual abuse I have heard in my life
Except, if I did, then I might not be as strong an advocate for women’s rights.
I wish I could forget the images of the people in India right now suffering from Covid,
Except, if I did, then I might not be as sensitive to people in pain around the world.
I wish I could forget the slave ships, the lynching trees, and the Jim Crow laws that have brutalized Black Americans since our country’s inception
Except, if I did, then I might not be as aware of racial injustice.
I’ve never considered before how important remembering can be
Not to relive pain or to become immobilized by the horrors of this world
But rather to celebrate my connection to others who have suffered .
Through connection comes greater awareness which leads to healing
Never, not once, have I thought in good terms about those things that I’d rather forget
Until writing down my thoughts today.
What a soul-lifting surprise
To discover I do not want to forget these experiences
Because they each contribute to bringing me closer to all members of humankind.