Learning that I want to forgive
For a long time , I didn’t believe in forgiveness. In fact, if I believed someone had wronged me, I felt entitled to hold a grudge until I was ready to move past it. And that didn’t mean forgiveness; it meant that I was angry until I didn’t feel like being angry anymore. Then, about two years ago, something changed.
During my senior year of high school, I couldn’t wait to go to senior prom. One of my friends asked if we could go together, since neither of us had a date, and I accepted.
As prom approached, though, my friend seemed less excited. When we talked about it, she told me that she didn’t want to go to prom anymore because she had other things she needed to focus on. I was disappointed, but I understood.
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