"I know，" she said."But that' s no excuse for..." She hesitated， then continued. "It' s just always bothered me， remembering how mean I was to you. And I' ve wanted to tell you that I' m sorry. So... I' m sorry." The smile on her face was warm and sincere. And there was something in her eyes—it looked a lot like relief—that melted any vestiges of icy resentment that may have built up within me during the years since she had slam-dunked my heart.
"OK，" I said. "Apology accepted！" Overcome by the sweetness of the moment， I reached an arm around her and gave her a quick hug. Just then， the crowd erupted with a huge cheer， and Marci and I both returned our attention to the game. By the time I looked over to where she had been， she was gone. But the warm， wonderful feeling of our brief exchange was still there， and continues to this day whenever I think about it.
We all carry bitter， discomforting memories of deeds done or undone， and words said or unsaid. And we all bear wounds—some slight， some not-so-slight—that have been inflicted upon us by others. The healing balm of forgiveness can soothe a troubled conscience and bring peace to an injured soul—even years after the fact.
Of course， it isn' t enough to just say "I' m sorry" and "You' re forgiven." While there is indeed great power in those simple words， it is not available to those who are insincere， or who are only looking for a way to control， manipulate or exploit. But when those words are truly felt and sincerely expressed， they can open the door to miracles of the heart and soul—miracles of forgiveness.
“乔？是你吗？”篮球赛上一个有些面熟的女人问我。“玛西？”
她大笑着惊叫道：“真的是你！天哪，再次见到你真高兴啊！”见到玛西，我也很开心。在过去的几十年中，我时常会想起她。几年前，我听一个我们都认识的朋友说，玛西在最近十年里过得很苦，当时，我差点儿要去追寻她的下落。能在篮球赛上碰面，真是很幸运。