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Confess Your Secrets

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Confessions Of an Altar Boy

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl”.

The priest asks, ‘Is that you, little Joey Pagano?”

“Yes, Father, it is.”

”And who was the girl you were with?”

“I can’t tell you, Father, I don’t want to ruin her reputation.”

“Well, Joey, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now.Was it Tina Minetti?”

“I cannot say.”

“Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Was it Nina Capelli?”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.”

 

“Was it Cathy Piriano?”

“My lips are sealed.”

”Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?”

“Please, Father, I cannot tell you.”

The priest sighs in frustration.

“You’re very tight lipped, Joey Pagano, and I admire that. But you’ve sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself”.

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, “What’d you get?”

“4 months vacation and five good leads!!!”

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I thought I would start today’s post in a light hearted manner. My sister-in-law had sent the above joke to me in an email, which got me really tickled.

Then, I started to think about how sometimes, we not only need to release our negative emotions, we also need an outlet for some of our darkest secrets.

Perhaps these secrets are best not revealed to the ones who matter to us most. We sure do not want to hurt or anger them. At the same time, these burning secrets are the very ones that have us sneaking around, making irrational decisions or otherwise, tossing in bed and unable to sleep,

Then again, we may decide to keep a secret from others because we do not want them to know a side about us. We fear their criticisms and judgement. We do not want to risk non-acceptance and having to explain ourselves.

Well, I’ve decided to throw the floor open today. Through this self help site, I would like to provide you with a platform to confess. Confessing may be just what you need to get a sense of release and freedom.

I confess…

Already in my 30s, I’ve got a lifetime of secrets and made my fair share of mistakes. I’m going to pick three to confess, to start the ball rolling:


 

1. I confess to forging my mum’s signatures twice for my spelling tests. It was not that I did badly or anything; I had simply forgotten to ask my mum to sign as an acknowledgement that she had noted my results. To avoid getting a scolding from my teacher, I had quickly scrawled my mom’s signature. It was not difficult really for I was good at art and copying was easy! I was around 10 years old, I believe. It was such a long time ago. I deserve to be forgiven, don’t you think?

2. I confess to being caught by the police once for drunk driving. I was alone in my car that night. A policeman had trailed me in his, after noticing that I was not driving straight. I had to pull over on the highway. The next minute or so, I failed the breath analyzer. I begged for a chance. Luckily, he decided to let me off. I would have ended up in the police station if not for his kindness. My then ex-boyfriend found out only because he had a strange hunch that something happened because I took longer than expected to reach home that night! But no one else knew!

3. I confess to being a cheapskate. Before I got married, there was a period when I used my charms on a guy who owned a boat for free waterskiing trips. I was addicted to the adrenaline rush from waterskiing, an expensive sport. Outside office hours and during the weekends, I would be spending my time soaking up the sun. We went island hopping, riding the waves down a canal and he also taught me how to wakeboard. Despite enjoying my free trips, I did not have the hots for him. Although this guy has never declared anything, I suspected that he wanted something more. Err….what would that be?…I pretended to be oblivious, continued to call him for my free trips, and never did want to find out the truth. After I got hitched to my husband, I stopped calling him.

I know…I know. I’ve not always been a goody two shoes. The secrets above are of my less than glamorous past. For obvious reasons, I had chosen not to let others know about them. However, I am way past fearing reproach now. In fact, I’m more inclined to laughing at how foolish I was back then.

Your turn to confess…

Okay….it’s now over to you. Do you have a confession that you would like to make? Is your guilty conscience pricking at you? Do share a part of your secret self in the comments below. Hopefully, with sharing, you will be able to heave a deep sigh of relief; happy that your secret is no longer one bursting to get out in the open and ready to move on.

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