Life Comes a Full Circle

Life Often comes full circle. You just have to wait for it, and remember the past to realize what has happened, You will remember my post about how a professor and head of another department had sent me a malicious e-mail in the disguise of a mail from a dissatisfied resident doctor. I had electronic proof to show that the mail had never been to the Yahoo server that it was made to look like. I also knew the origin of the e-mail. However I had let go and gone ahead with life. It was meaningless to keep holding onto some hurt, when the person who handed out that hurt was enjoying his own life. But something interesting happened yesterday. The resident in whose name the e-mail had been sent came back to work in my department for three months after being away for 3 months. I knew he had not sent the mail, because I knew who had. Now it confirmed what I knew. No one would come back to work under a person whom he has sent a malicious e-mail in his own name. But I was curious. When he came along with his immediate boss to meet me, I welcomed him back to the department. Then I asked him to stay for a while; for a brief discussion. He agreed he had the e-mail ID as in the mail. He said he had not sent any such mail. He also read the mail in my in-box, and said it was rubbish. The horrible language, the atrocious grammar, and the malicious content were indeed quite rubbish. He was aghast when he read the line about the sender threatening to trouble my son in college, away from home, But he could not understand how it was done. I suggested he checked his sent mail box. He opened it and showed me. He had not sent any mail to anyone for three months that he was away, because he had gone home for his wife's delivery, and had no internet facility there. I convinced him to change his password, because theoretically it was possible that someone had hacked into his mail account. I knew it would not be the case, since resident doctors in my hospital were not so tech-savvy, Even my son cannot, though he is a geek or nerd or whatever they call computer experts. Then he said something brilliant. He said perhaps it was a mistake of the person who did the sorting on our mail server. I agreed, but I knew his choice of verbs was wrong. It was not a a "mistake", it was a "misdeed". He said he was sorry so much trouble he had caused. I told him he had no part to play in it. Someone believed he would never come back and used his name. That was a very cowardly and mean trick, setting him up as the scapegoat. Luckily for him, I had enough technical knowledge to understand the whole issue and absolve him. I hope the evil one reads all this, and makes an effort to improve.