I consider myself a forgiving person. When I was in second grade, a classmate stole my lunch. I forgave him. I figured he was probably hungrier than I was. Once my sister and I were fighting at the top of the stairs and she pushed me. I said something mean, so I probably deserved it. I forgave her.
Of course forgiveness doesn’t always come so easy, especially if you’ve been really hurt by someone through their actions or their words. I consider myself a compassionate person. I don’t believe in carrying around resentment and anger towards someone. The person I’m angry at probably could care less and is going on about their business. I’ve learned being angry at someone only drains my energy and as I get older, I need to conserve my energy for more important things.
This morning, while watching the local news, a woman spoke about forgiving the man who shot and killed her son. I listened to her talk about her son and his promising future. His future was taken by this man, a stranger, who killed her son for $10.00. I wondered if I could be so forgiving if that man killed someone I loved.