I guess I am blessed. There is only one time in my life that I was tempted not to forgive. It involved my siblings. They made a family decision without consulting me. I was tempted to flush them down the toilet, but looked at all we had been through growing up and decided it was better to love them than to flush them. I am a tough bird. Skin like a rhino, so maybe that is why life has not hurt me that much. I remember my daughter in law screaming and yelling at me for some perceived insult that I had given as a compliment. At another time in my life I would have given her both barrels and it would be a moment she would never forget. But age had changed me. I just stood there until she was finished screaming at me. I never had to forgive her. I did not hate her. As a matter of fact she was my favorite daughter in law. I am a great believer in divine Providence. Insults happen to me for a reason that God only knows. Ig God only depended on saints, very little would change in the world. He/She depends on flawed human beings to accomplish Divine ends. For some reason I needed my daughter in law screaming at me, either to point out some fault in me or to let me know that she had an open, psychic wound from her childhood, that my compliment just poured salt on and her pain was unbearable and she let me have it with both barrels. I was like that growing up on the streets in NYC.
