A few days later, we asked Daniel to come over. He looked nervous when he arrived, his hands shaking slightly as he sat down at the table where we had once shared so many happy meals.
Before we even asked, he broke down. The words tumbled out between sobs. He had fallen into debt and didn’t know how to face anyone. He had convinced himself that stealing from us, just this once, would help him get back on his feet.
We could have called the police. We could have cut him out of our lives forever. Instead, we made a different choice.
Choosing Forgiveness
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