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I stared at her with intense rage, angry for treating me like a child, angry for leaving me towel-less, and most of all that she had disobeyed the universal laws that dictate that when counting back from 10, you must go to zero and then stop.

I stared, angry about how she had treated me.

I stared, angered by her poor treatment.

I stared angrily at her.

I stared angrily.

Angry.

I can’t understand by what processes, but somehow this made everything she had done instants before alright.

This simple, meaningless gesture made me instantly forgive her.

At this gesture, I instantly forgave her.

With this, I forgave her.

I forgave her.

Forgiveness.

We flapped around with the towels for another 15 or 20 minutes before I got bored and decided I was ready to face the cold, and she acquiesced when I reminded her of the cookies we were going to make.

Once we bored of playing, we left the pool.

We bored of playing, so we stopped.

We got out of the pool.

We exited it.

Gone.

Forgiveness Essay Reflection

My essay is about forgiveness.  Not forgiveness out of compassion, but out of a need.  A need to forgive out of a need to keep peace.  Searching for the compassion in your heart and finding what little bit of it there is and embracing it, instead of letting it find you.  It’s about not having the choice to forgive.  The hardest part when writing it was trying to join together my memory and the example from outside of my life.  Creating that connection which was seemingly so random required a little feigned memory to draw them together.  If I were to change anything, I would probably change to format of the paper to keep my original questioning paragraph because it allowed the reader more creativity in their reading and they could ponder their own answers to the questions rather than me concentrating their focus on one topic and telling them my opinion.  It may have led better to self expression, but I enjoyed not guiding the reader and letting them almost read the essay as though they themselves had written it, and allowing them to explore their own opinions instead of mine.  This made me prefer my original copy more precisely because it was less exact and less polished.  Additionally, I had never really thought about the need to forgive in Romeo and Juliet.  The example had originally come to mind when I was previously writing about anger in my rough draft and had been brought to the front of my mind.  Although I abhorred cliché, the new direction was both interesting and the only thing I could think of now that my mind was filled with Romeo and Juliet.  It surprised me when I came up with it, not just because it had never occurred to me, but I really liked the new side of forgiveness that I had never considered before, but both before me and in my own experience were a multitude of examples.  This discovery was the most unexpected portion of the writing of my essay.