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VOICES OF FORGIVENESS
6 Inspiring Stories Of Extreme Forgiveness
, Guest Writer
Sometimes it takes every fiber of your being to forgive someone.
Voices Of Forgiveness: How I Finally Forgave My Parents
Writer, traveler, seeker
A child born in the 50s, I seemed caught between two worlds ... the old world post-WWII and the new world that was coming into being, the swinging 60s. My parents were forever stuck with what was.
Voices Of Forgiveness: The Wonderful Day My Student Forgave Me
Teacher and Playwright. (The Yiddish Trojan Women, The Marga...
From that moment on, I never got her name wrong again. Not once. It was as if the girl's forgiveness had released me from some enchantment, like in a fairy tale. In the annals of the world's giant wrongs, this is a small story, and a minor miracle at best. But I never forgot it.
Voices Of Forgiveness: Finding The Strength To Forgive My Grandmother
Artist, writer and mystic
I was 11 when my grandmother began teaching me to hate my body. Puberty had just hit and I had breasts and hips practically overnight. My grandma called me fat. I believed her. At the age of 12, I wrapped my body in a girdle to hide my fat and wore it every day for over 10 years.
Voices Of Forgiveness: What I Still Haven't Forgiven Myself For
Paris-based British writer and journalist
He forgave me immediately. Almost immediately. I knew he wouldn't hit me. He never had. But I also knew that I had just confirmed his view of me.
Voices Of Forgiveness: The Apology I Still Fantasize About Giving
I've always been fascinated with apologies. Both giving them and receiving them. And in looking back at how they've punctuated my life, I'd like to share this story. It's a story about regret, shame, the American educational system, disrespect, and the importance of self-advocacy.
Voices Of Forgiveness: How I Forgave My First Love For Loving Someone Else
Writer, artist living on the Central Coast of CA with my husba...
We sat on the edge of the bed, side by side, our shoulders touching, not looking at each other. He had pulled me upstairs after telling me we needed to talk. I can still remember the darkness of the bedroom, the clutter in the closet, the smell of incense and the give of the old mattress.
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Rita Wilson: We Want To Hear Your Stories Of Forgiveness
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