The chaplain of our secondary school had that quote on a sign over his desk. Something that no mention was ever made off but a lesson that sat like a mahogany halo over his head as you spoke to him. It's something that's played on my mind time and time again. The notion of carrying something that eats away at you and from which you'll never be free. A row you had, something someone said or did that surfaces in your train of thought or is triggered by some occasional stimulus. We all have them. I’m sure if I put my mind to it there’s things I’d have out with people of this parish. I know for sure there’s things I’ve said or done in the past that people here have been kind enough to overlook, ignore or forgive.
The reason I’m posting is that the quote came bounding back into my brain this morning. I wouldn’t normally listen to talk radio in the morning. I’m distracted in work until after 9am so my days of enjoying Cathal MacCoille lambast a Government Minister or tree hugger are few and far between. This morning though I caught a fair bit of their coverage on Wayne O’Donoghue and his release from Portlaoise.
Does he have a future? Will there ever be a day when he’ll be allowed to return and live in the community with whom he grew up? Equally if he was to live abroad and start a new life would it just be a matter of living his life in fear of the day that a reporter or photographer turns up outside his door? It was interesting to see the varying degree of opinion on his release recorded in Cork today. How do you see it? He committed his crime, was wrong to try and cover it, has served his sentence and has to live with his actions for the rest of his life?
Will he be forgiven? Can he be?