From where does forgiveness grow?

by Regis Boff

I can’t remember precisely how much I hated America over the Vietnam War. But I certainly did. This makes me very sympathetic to the venom the Democrats are unquestionably feeling about Donald Trump.
Sadder still is that I can’t recall why or when I stopped loathing our country. I did, but the motives for my anger are clearer to me even now than from where my forgiveness eventually grew.