"Last night I received the most touching message from a girl from grade school, apologizing for being cruel to me back then. She told me that when we were little she didn’t have the home life that I was blessed to have. As a first grader she was so jealous of not having what her little heart needed that in a child’s pain she took it out on me over the next six years. It was such a healing exchange of messages for both of us.
I didn’t realize my heart still carried a load regarding her. But in reading her message I found such weightlessness—even more, in forgiving her. I’ve received two similar Facebook letters from girls in high school in the last few years.
Please understand, I was not 'the pretty girl'—ever. I was badly bullied for years. I wore purple glasses to school because I was dyslexic and got chronic migraines. I didn’t know the girls hated me because of my family structure, or because of the way I looked. I knew I looked different. I believed it was 'bad' different. It wasn’t until I graduated from university and began working with FORD Models that I realized looking different could actually be a very positive thing.
The grief cycles words make can take a lifetime to heal. I guess God knew enough time had passed and enough self-work on both sides had taken place so we could have a genuine reconciliation. I’m not saying that forgiveness means letting yourself be walked on. I’m also not saying that it means we should compromise our values or identity to neatly fit inside of a cookie-cutter Christian coffin as a sign that we’ve died to self. No. I'm saying that in the times your heart gets there, and you find another has as well, forgiveness is a two-way street that sets both people free."