My Cousin -J.K. got a phone call from his Mother, the last living member of the WWII generation in
our family.
She said, "I know I was too hard on you kids, and I'm afraid to die. J.K. said, Mom, I forgive you;
and I know that if you talk to God he will forgive you. His Mother cried. Two weeks later she died.
J.K. beat his kids like his Mother had beaten him. After years of abuse the kids were taken away from
J. K. by the courts. He did drugs and dealt drugs, and damaged others. I have been angry for so long,
at J. K. and the other Drug Dealers; Then my Cousin J.K. told me this story:
Get a nice box, but in the box all the names of people you don't want to forgive;
Wrap the box in nice paper, then put a bow on it, put it under your arm and carry it with you... where-ever
you go....even straight to hell. Forgiveness..true story..
