I was wrong to write the unnice things that I did earlier, and I recognize the valid concerns that were raised. Though I felt some responses were uncharitable, they nonetheless exist and should be addressed.
The fact is that I will be leaving this island soon, and with it, all my friends and family, to a new life. Like KH says, it is a chance to leave the past behind and start over. But I would prefer to also leave behind all that is lacking in me: my own behavior patterns and traits that made my years here less wonderful than they should have been. My years in the army, which in taking away many of the safety nets that allowed these behavior patterns to develop, have helped me to see that. Still, some of them remain, poison in the wound. I will work harder on rectifying them.
What can change the nature of a man?
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path, right? He wasn’t certain of which direction to go, and he’d forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He’d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: ‘Now your third wish. What will it be?’ ‘Third wish?’ The man was baffled. ‘How can it be a third wish if I haven’t had a first and second wish?’ ‘You’ve had two wishes already,’ the hag said, ‘but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.’ She cackled at the poor berk. ‘So it is that you have one wish left.’ ‘All right,’ said the man, “I don’t believe this, but there’s no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.’ ‘Funny,’ said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. ‘That was your first wish.’
The answer is, of course, regret. I’m sorry.