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Unformatted text preview: Forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves Mundane Excogitations I’ve said words I regret to people I love; I’ve acted out towards total strangers and wondered why, hours later, did I unleash my burdens on them; and though they are few, I have bad seeds I have sown. But in contrast to the taking of a life or many lives, my misactions are saintly. How is it that any person, whether it be for cause of religion or anger or love or passion on any level can calculate and plan the death of another being? How do they mentally and emotion console themselves with such a concept? And how after do they have the audacity to plead for immunity or anything less than the evil they issued to others to be done to them? I was in the sixth grade and one of my good friends was a girl from a broken home, her father was in the military and stationed there in Norfolk, and her mother had left him and returned to her family in Scotland. And it was the holidays, so Sonja was going home to visit her mother. I can still remember the concern and worry and lack of understanding when I saw on the news that a plane had been blown up in Scotland. I didn’t know when Sonja was understanding when I saw on the news that a plane had been blown up in Scotland....
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- Spring '10
- Law, Scotland, Parent, Sonja, Pan Am Flight 103