He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.
He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.
I have to win this now, and for all time, or I'll fight it every day and it will get worse and worse.
A strange thing happened then. The Speaker agreed with her that she had made a mistake that night, and she knew when he said the words that it was true, that his judgement was correct. And yet she felt strangely healed, as if simply speaking her mistake were enough to purge some of the pain of it. For the first time, then, she caught a glimpse of what the power of speaking might be. It wasn't a matter of confession, penance, and absolution, like the priests offered. It was something else entirely. Telling the story of who she was, and then realizing that she was no longer the same person. That she had made a mistake, and the mistake had changed her, and now she would not make the mistake again because she had become someone else, someone less afraid, someone more compassionate.
In all my study of history, I have never found a time or place I would rather have lived than now.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories