There was once a hand whose
fingers were great friends. The owner of this hand started a dangerous job and,
despite the care he gave the rest of the fingers, the thumb always came off
worse, with lots of cuts and bruises.
At first, the other fingers asked
the thumb's forgiveness for their clumsiness, and the thumb did indeed forgive
them. However, this happened so many times that, one day, the thumb decided to
forgive the fingers no more. He stretched himself away from the fingers, and
wanted nothing to do with them.
Initially, the thumb looked
dignified, straight, rigid and aloof. However, that kind of position was forced
and ridiculous. The owner even had to keep that hand in his pocket, and there
the fingers suffered in darkness and obscurity.
Finally, the thumb understood
that it had all been his fault, and he asked the fingers' forgiveness, fearful
that they would reject him. On the contrary, the fingers easily forgave him,
because they - better than anyone - knew that we all make mistakes. Friends once
again, all five of them worked together to prove to the owner that they were
perfectly well again. Before long, they returned to the light again, this time
well aware that they should always forgive each other, and thus avoid ending up
inside a gloomy and depressing pocket.
There is no limit beyond which we
should stop practicing forgiveness.
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