This post is about mistakes been made.
I tell folks younger than I, that I was there age, at one time. For the elders, I choose not to judge much. Unless it's something blatant and obvious. But for matters of judgement, most of us my age, and elders in general have a fairly good idea of what younger people have going inside their heads.
Unbeknown to most of us, as you leave secondary school behind, you become almost psychologist like and this ability I have found gets better and better with each passing season. In some, the shared experiences of work life and post secondary education brings about profound maturity and with it the ability to forgive in people who realize that there are better things than to hold on to the wrongs of others: it is so high school.
High school for me was especially tough. Those that had been through it with me know it and those that did not know me, let me explain:
Grade 8 for my brother and I was in Punjab. It was 1995. Getting torn from Canada, from everything familiar and leaving it to start anew in a different country was a challenge. That too was doable, but the larger challenge was the weather and losing all the Canadian amenities we take for granted, no hot water, no heat, no insulated home, crappy transportation, the horrible smell, and a multitude of things that others experience when they head to the pind(village) even today. The Hindi Punjabi instruction system was tough as well. There was the advanced Math and Science curricula but the masculine aspects of high school teens in a highly macho society had
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