She now has abandonment issues. Her ride was so late that she went to the office.
That was the shame of the day, that she would feel left.
But she forgave.
Acted like it was no big deal.
Kids, these days.
How many times a day are we forgiven for being absent minded or late or less than our spectacular self? If we took one day, one hour and counted how imperfect we are.
I am grateful for those who sometimes excuse my behavior. Forgiveness is such charity. I am grateful for rope.
(and a lesson as well)