Skip to comments.The Boy They Couldn't Kill
Posted on 09/22/2012 2:49:41 PM PDT by lastchance
The English language has a million words, but only one for the two kinds of forgiveness. This is a major failure. The two kinds may be similar at the molecular level but they are far removed in magnitude. Like a candle flame and a volcano, an April shower and a hurricane, a soft tremor beneath your feet and the great San Francisco earthquake.
The first kind of forgiveness is the easy kind. Someone wounds you, and in time this offender comes to see what he has done. He returns to lay the crime at your feet. And when you reach down to pull him up a sort of charge passes between you, a cleansing force that refreshes both souls.
Candle flame and volcano. The second kind of forgiveness is a rare occurrence that becomes rarer as the crime grows more severe. In this case the offender gives nothing. He never comes to you. And when you go to him, he turns you away. This leaves you alone with your open wound and a solitary choice. No one will blame you either way. But the wound is yours to keep, or let go, and that choice may plot the course for the rest of your life.
(Excerpt) Read more at sportsillustrated.cnn.com ...
"Thirteen years ago, NFL receiver Rae Carruth conspired to kill his pregnant girlfriend and their unborn son. The child has not only survived but thrivedthanks to the unwavering love of his grandmother"
This is an extraordinary and powerful piece which shows the determination of love guided by faith in God.
“This is an extraordinary and powerful piece which shows the determination of love guided by faith in God.”
OK, based on that I’ll read it, because the sports-column hyperbole in the excerpt was really putting me off.
I do remember this vaguely. What a despicable thing to do.
I’m going to read the piece now, bbl.
after reading it, I must say, that was a very powerful piece.
I wish I could be like that woman, but I could never be that forgiving.
Isn’t it ironic that pro-abortion Time Warner has a problem when the father wants to kill the baby but no problem when the mother wants to kill the baby?
Quite apart from the inspiring and touching nature of this narrative, I hate to be so petty as to point out that the writer of this story is quite possibly the worst frigging writer that ever drew breath. This is almost unreadable.
Thank you for posting this!