Oh holy heck how I love this little passage right here. It triggered my memory; this line of one of my favorite poems:
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. — From She Let Go by Rev. Safire Rose
Can’t catch forgiveness in the act, because forgiveness has no ego. It whispers, when it makes a sound at all.
The rest of the poem in case anyone hasn’t read it: