The Power of Forgiveness

Thousands of gold, yellow, red, and brown leaves litter the ground of the small town of Weedsport. A very picturesque scene for a stranger, for a passerby, for a tourist. But not all is well in that small town.

Especially so, for those of the school. A small town, a small school, but one big clique. A place where outsiders think outsiders think we’re a normal group of schoolkids. But all they can see is the Jocks, or the cheerleaders, the geeks, singers, artists. Then, there’s those who they don’t see.

They don’t see the people who don’t belong to other sports or clubs. Those who hate school, and are hated by others. Most specifically, a girl. A girl who believes everyone is equal and free. That you can believe what you want to believe, be who you want to be. But that girl isn’t seen by others. Only by her enemies, her bullies, does she know she exists. People that say they are her friends but aren’t, people that walk all over her, who tease her, who crush her, who break her. Pushing her to the point where her only choices are to come out swinging or end it.

Neither choice appealing but equally freeing. This is a girl you crushed, this is a girl you hurt, and teased and pushed to the brink. This girl is me. But I’m not blaming you, because no one is at fault. I’m writing this because I forgive you. For all the wrongs you have done me, and I also apologize for any wrongs I may have done you. So I forgive you. But I also want to thank you. Without you, I never would have found out who I was, and what I wanted to be. You defined me, made me the girl you know today. I forgive you. Do you forgive me as I have forgiven you?