Sick-Bed Gifts

Carol stood beside the window, frown in a dull sky. From their appearance, they will see the snow soon, it is unusual in itself Georgia. A week, she was ordered directly by Hershel. Darryl and Herschel crouched over to her again and again, she insisted that she felt good and was willing to contribute to the group, but they refused her. Two days ago, her power finally recovered and most of her emotions were good except occasional cough.

"I have to vomit the stomach, open a hole in the esophagus and stomach, get sick, do not want to eat, do not feel like it, I do not want to sleep, I do not want to go to sleep, I am damn." I For me, this is like a gasoline. It really swallows you and consumes you, and for me this feeling will not go away until I can "win" that person's "forgiveness". It is very painful to remember, I do not want anyone. Some examples of gas lamps I encountered:

I slept in bed last night and I thought that the gift for me was amazing. I always thought that forgiveness was to be forgiven. I do not understand this is the most important for forgiveness. Mark Twain often says "forgiveness is the scent of roses of the heel." I think this huge weight got lifted from my chest. I breathe more freely and I can see myself with greater generosity and compassion. The prayer of St. Francis is like this. "... We forgive sins for the gifts we have received and we will be born to die of eternal life.