04-20-2005, 03:30 AM
So for an ethics assignment on forgiveness, I had to write a letter forgiving somebody for a wrong done to me. Here's what I turned in....
I would like to forgive all the people that have made my life more complicated than necessary this week, in relation to one of my cars.
To Ms. Becker, IÔÇÖm sorry you didnÔÇÖt notice my car sitting in the road when you drove past it the first time and decided to back into it going 15 mph because you didnÔÇÖt notice it still sitting there, simply because you were looking for your cell phone (which was no longer in the car). You are very lucky that your car was not damaged and that my bumper wasnÔÇÖt destroyed, being that it was thrown back a car length when you hit it, despite the emergency brake being engaged. Furthermore, it just so happens that my car wouldnÔÇÖt start and had to be push started by myself and my girlfriend, which I believe was caused by your stupidity. Be sure that I will collect from you, and probably not even fix it since the damage doesnÔÇÖt affect how the car drives, but I wonÔÇÖt screw you like a shop since IÔÇÖm not an evil person. I should charge you for the time IÔÇÖve spent giving my girlfriend massages, since she was sitting in the car when you hit it and has whiplash as a result. YouÔÇÖre lucky she doesnÔÇÖt want to go to a doctor and doesnÔÇÖt need a professional to rub the nasty kinks out of her neck.
I forgive you, Mr. Courtney, for selling me a motor and transmission that was ÔÇ£perfectÔÇØ but after 100 miles apparently has a slipping clutch which would have been extremely easy to fix while it was out of the car, but now I get to spend 10 hours underneath a car this weekend, contorting myself into awkward positions so that I can install a new clutch which ended up costing me the same amount as I paid for your engine and tranny that ÔÇ£had no problemsÔÇØ. Perhaps you should have paid more attention to the fact that pushing the gas pedal didnÔÇÖt result in an increase in speed, in less on the ÔÇ£head gasket showing some wearÔÇØ which is total bullshit. By the time IÔÇÖve bolted the transmission back on, which will make it my 4th time, I should be able to do a tranny job on this car with my eyes closed and a pet monkey for an assistant, while youÔÇÖre still wondering why something just didnÔÇÖt feel right.
I forgive you Simmons Towing, for towing me from my girlfriendÔÇÖs apartment, where I have been living for the past 2 months, because they will not give us a parking pass and you donÔÇÖt normally patrol unless there is a huge party in the college apartment complex that adjoins our quiet grad student/local resident apartment complex. It would have been nice to come home from working for the past 12 hours instead of standing outside for 30 minutes waiting for you to come and release my car (so that I didnÔÇÖt have to pay another $80 for holding it overnight) in a situation that never should have happened. At least now you know my car and have promised not to tow it again.
Your faults have made me a better person, so therefore you are forgivenfor now.
I would like to forgive all the people that have made my life more complicated than necessary this week, in relation to one of my cars.
To Ms. Becker, IÔÇÖm sorry you didnÔÇÖt notice my car sitting in the road when you drove past it the first time and decided to back into it going 15 mph because you didnÔÇÖt notice it still sitting there, simply because you were looking for your cell phone (which was no longer in the car). You are very lucky that your car was not damaged and that my bumper wasnÔÇÖt destroyed, being that it was thrown back a car length when you hit it, despite the emergency brake being engaged. Furthermore, it just so happens that my car wouldnÔÇÖt start and had to be push started by myself and my girlfriend, which I believe was caused by your stupidity. Be sure that I will collect from you, and probably not even fix it since the damage doesnÔÇÖt affect how the car drives, but I wonÔÇÖt screw you like a shop since IÔÇÖm not an evil person. I should charge you for the time IÔÇÖve spent giving my girlfriend massages, since she was sitting in the car when you hit it and has whiplash as a result. YouÔÇÖre lucky she doesnÔÇÖt want to go to a doctor and doesnÔÇÖt need a professional to rub the nasty kinks out of her neck.
I forgive you, Mr. Courtney, for selling me a motor and transmission that was ÔÇ£perfectÔÇØ but after 100 miles apparently has a slipping clutch which would have been extremely easy to fix while it was out of the car, but now I get to spend 10 hours underneath a car this weekend, contorting myself into awkward positions so that I can install a new clutch which ended up costing me the same amount as I paid for your engine and tranny that ÔÇ£had no problemsÔÇØ. Perhaps you should have paid more attention to the fact that pushing the gas pedal didnÔÇÖt result in an increase in speed, in less on the ÔÇ£head gasket showing some wearÔÇØ which is total bullshit. By the time IÔÇÖve bolted the transmission back on, which will make it my 4th time, I should be able to do a tranny job on this car with my eyes closed and a pet monkey for an assistant, while youÔÇÖre still wondering why something just didnÔÇÖt feel right.
I forgive you Simmons Towing, for towing me from my girlfriendÔÇÖs apartment, where I have been living for the past 2 months, because they will not give us a parking pass and you donÔÇÖt normally patrol unless there is a huge party in the college apartment complex that adjoins our quiet grad student/local resident apartment complex. It would have been nice to come home from working for the past 12 hours instead of standing outside for 30 minutes waiting for you to come and release my car (so that I didnÔÇÖt have to pay another $80 for holding it overnight) in a situation that never should have happened. At least now you know my car and have promised not to tow it again.
Your faults have made me a better person, so therefore you are forgivenfor now.
