I accidentally almost caught Harley's (our kitty) tail in our kitchen door when I closed it. She gave me a reproachful look, then, minutes later, was on my lap, giving me kitty kisses. Harley is quick to forgive.
Though Harley and I share many qualities (we both like a good book--me to read, her to shred; we're both inclined to curl up on a snowy day under a blanket; we're both Republican), I do not share her forgiving nature. In fact, Larry and I were just reminiscing about our daughter Alanna's birth, and we discovered, not to my surprise, that I have still not forgiven him for going off to have breakfast in the midst of an excruciating labor (mine). Suffice it to say that this occurred decades ago.
I admire those who can forgive those who hurt or offend them. I wish I had that trait, but I don't.
So, for today, I am grateful for Harley's forgiving nature ... and for all those who can let go of past hurts.