The Lesson

My sixth-grade teacher, Miss Lamb, humiliated me in class, and for years, I rehearsed what I’d say if I ever saw her again.

Yesterday, while visiting the nursing home, I saw her sitting alone, staring through a window.

She smiled as I approached.

“Have we met?” she asked.

“Yes, I was your student, Miguel Franco.” 

Tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember anymore.” 

My heart melted, as did everything I wanted to say.

“I remember a lesson you taught,” I said. “Not in sixth grade. Today. Forgive those who hurt you.” 

I squeezed her hand. “I forgive you.”

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