They were wrong.
If you had told me this morning when I got out of bed that I would get a chance to apologize to someone for the way I treated them, which was really, really, badly, over 20 year ago I would have looked at you like you were smoking Crack. But I did, and while I wouldn’t say that forgiveness was part of the conversations; acceptance and understanding of how what happened, happened, is enough for me.
Sometimes you can go home.
