I have watched the stubborn discourse of those self righteous sorts who have determined that they would rather be right than have joy.
I have felt that shame of misunderstood hate and unable to break the love I once felt, came to thankfully forgive both defects of character.
2 siblings who hadn’t spoken in 55 years were brought together by the impending death of one and within minutes, both were weeping because of a misunderstanding and all that wasted time.
An observer said, “I realized I was witnessing 55 year old tears.”

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