I can’t remember how old I was. Maybe ten. It was a happy moment. His name was Pecky, my first and only parakeet. I played with him every day and loved that bird. But the day that will live in infamy was about to be played out. Like a giant locomotive rumbling into the station, the inevitable was approaching.

All of us are a “Work in Progress”, we just don’t know that soon enough because if we did, we’d be kinder to ourselves. Forgiveness can and should apply to ourselves as well as others. Forgiveness is the gift that keeps on giving.  Holding a grudge is one of the worst things you can do because it hurts you more …