Monday September 3, 2018

I once had to write a letter of apology to a girl whose finger I broke. We’d had a bad fight. She pulled a chunk of hair out of my head and I twisted her finger. It was a difficult few words to write. About 6 months ago, she and I met at the funeral of a mutual friend. It had been over 65 years since the incident…but it was the first thing we both had to talk about! Isn’t it amazing how situations like this carve themselves into our memories. The apology, though hard to make, allowed us to maintain a friendship. We are both now in our 70s.