September 05, 2010
How we reflect without even knowing it.
When I filled in at the switchboard so the receptionist could go to lunch a few years ago, a woman came in to apply for a job. She had that familiar look, but, I didn't really remember her. She has a ghostly look on her face as she approached me and began to appologize for something she had said to me many years before when we worked together in a neighboring town. She told me that she had told her sister the day before, if she ever saw me again she would appologize to me. I assured her that I did not even remember what she had said and what ever it was I had forgotten all about it and did forgive her. I never remembered her first reflection, though it may have been a bad one, but, I may never forget her last one of sincerety. Thank the Lord for second chances, and forgiveness.