My bag of Memories
The other day, I attended a workshop on better living and the issue of forgiveness came up.
Instantly my mind went back to this one teacher who always made me miserable. They punished me harsher than everyone else, Embarrassed me in class often and once, I walked in on them berating me to the other teachers.
I assumed they were generally bad and thought nothing more of it until a classmate pointed out that I was famous for being hated.
Things changed….
When I left that school, In my bag of Memories, I carried a grudge. The only one I have. I have hated that teacher ever since.
