Fury and Forgiveness
My old Union President stepped down last night to make way for the incoming President. Instead of having the meeting in a room above a bar we had it at the old Town Hall. A place with pillars built over 100 years ago, more class than crass which was good. I had backed the guy who won and he had backed the guy who lost. I had been alternately pissed off or proud of the guy stepping down. He wasn't my biggest fan but he did acknowledge my work. My old feelings of "go to hell" have given way to "good luck". Is this that thing called perspective?