Forgiveness

Every day, on my way home from work, I have to drive past a billboard with a familiar face plastered all over it. This person that owns this face hurt me when I was younger. She doesn't know it, nor would she likely remember my name, but I have hated her for years.

Jon told me that he would do anything to make me feel better, including dressing up in all black, buying a bunch of spray paint, and assisting me in climbing up the ladder to that billboard to vandalize it in any manner that I would like.

I laughed, then I read this book. You never truly know what others pasts are. You never know why people say or do the things that they do and you may not understand their intentions . . . they may not even understand their own intentions.

Many people have said and done things that have hurt my feelings, but I have really been the only one that has hurt myself because I let myself be angry and only I am to blame for letting myself hold onto grudges. So today, I'm going to work on forgiveness. I'm going to forgive those who have said the wrong thing at the wrong time; I'm going to forgive those that have walked past me when I've hurt, and I'm going to forgive myself for holding on too long. Maybe then, others will forgive me for my ignorance.