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I don't know how it happened, but somehow it did. After several years of verbal abuse I found that I had grown cold in my heart towards her. She was constantly pushing my buttons and said the meanest things. My greatest hope was that she would fall off the face of the planet, but then it got worse. No longer did she live hundreds of miles away. She purchased a home less than a mile from my own. The sickness in my stomach was constant. My heart was wounded. I blamed every problem in my life on her and the trauma that she left in her wake. I had prayed diligently, but to no avail. I just could not get over all of the mean things she had done and said to me. Suddenly something in my heart changed. I found myself driving by her home every day. At first I didn't know why I felt so compelled to do this. It wasn't the shortest route to work, but for some reason I had to drive past her house. One morning I realized that I was praying for her as I stopped in front of her house. I didn't even do it on purpose, it was almost instinctive. Somehow my cold heart was gone. I didn't hate this woman anymore, I feared for her lost soul. I still haven't talked to her in over two years. She hasn't replied to my letters asking for forgiveness, but that's ok. I have forgiven her. As I now drive by that little house evewry morning I stop at the corner and look in that direction as I say a small heartfelt prayer for the soul of Patsy.
