Thursday, Dec. 5, 2019
A man once ridiculed me in front of a large class in school, and I have hated his guts ever since. That was 35 years ago and I do not know whether he is dead or alive. If he was aware of my intense dislike, it certainly never bothered him. But it certainly bothers me even now. His face springs up in my memory and I begin to hate him all over again. This situation is just pure dumbness: I'm not hurting him, but I am distressing myself.
God teach me to forgive as I hope to be forgiven.
Hazelden Foundation
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