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.

xoxo

The rest of the poem in case anyone hasn’t read it:

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.