Somebody once told me that my dad was too forgiving. If only I could be half as forgiving as him...if only. This person never realized just how forgiving of others that my dad really was. I'm sure their lips would have curled in disgust at the thought. "What a fool", they'd say.
I try everyday to see the best in the world, even if it's hard, to see the best in each person in the world. And I do it because of my dad. Some days I stumble in this endeavor; other days I succeed. Maybe I'm the fool. Maybe not. All I know is that it's not the coldly cunning that will inherit the earth. Today I find myself thinking of my dad and renewing my vow to be more forgiving of the mistakes of others.
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