How guilt changed my life
|Nury Vittachi||Oct 10, 2011|
YOUNG READER ELISE CHAN (above) turned 14 yesterday: happy birthday, dear. Her dad, Francis Chan, told me a touching story. Feeling guilty about his serious smoking addiction, he made excuses to his daughter: “Never start smoking; it’s impossible to stop.”
All was fine until one day Elise overheard an adult scolding her dad for sneaking out to the back garden for a quick cigarette.
She fiercely defended her father: “Don’t you know? Once you start, it’s impossible to stop.”
The man shook his head: “Not true. I used to smoke. I stopped.”
Francis was mortified. He put out his cigarette and never smoked again.
“Sometimes children teach their parents,” he told me, his breath fragrant as a baby’s.
Guilt is an amazingly powerful thing.
A charity once sent me a donation request with a free gift: sticky labels pre-printed with my name and address.
Every time I used one, I thought: “I MUST get round to sending these guys some sort of donation.”
But I never did.
By the time I used the last one, I was so burdened with guilt and shame that I could think of little else. I raced home one day to get rid of the bad karma.
To my horror, I discovered that I had thrown the donation request away. Nor could I remember the charity’s name.
A vision of the aggrieved charity workers looking for me with a team of paparazzi swam before my eyes. I could see the headlines: “This man used all the address labels we sent him and SENT NO DONATION.”
In the end, I moved house, and then changed country, and then changed hemisphere. They’re probably still looking for me. As I said: Guilt: a wonderful tool that changes lives.
DON’T TELL THEM WHERE I AM.
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