GPS FOR THE SOUL
My cyclist patients are not always fit. Yes, their aerobic capacity is impressive. Their quads are ever increasing. But watch them when they get off the bike. For the first minute or two, they can barely stand up. Their backs ache. Their necks are sore. Their hips are tight. They look like the classic picture of abused laborers.
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I realize how often I've held onto pains that other people inflicted on me for days, weeks, even years. It was partly because I did not know any other way, and partly because I felt justified in my anger. But it was also because forgiveness does not always come as easily as it did in this one instance.