Forgive me, lady in the bank

We met in the bank several months ago. I was waiting in line, preoccupied with my thoughts. To the best of my recollection, it was a rainy winter day.

Suddenly I noticed you, breaking into the front of the line. I lectured you with stinging cynicism and you, I now recall, responded defensively. I was also forced to defend myself, and I reacted sharply.

I even called you a worn-out old biddy, and you’re a woman of around 50, about my mother’s age.

Later on, when I thought about the whole situation, I couldn’t escape the comparison between you and my mother, and I felt as though I had insulted my mother. Last Friday, by met you what my workplace.

I’m a student, you understand, who works at random jobs for my subsistence, and last Friday morning, when we happened to meet in the bakery in which I work, I went up to you and asked if I could help you, as I do with all the customers.

You adamantly refused and claimed that you had already had enough help from me… At that moment, I couldn’t remember where I knew you from, especially when you emphasized that our acquaintanceship was not from the bakery, I apologized to you.

You shook your head in refusal and said that you hoped that God would forgive me. I told you that people who don?t know how to forgive, even God won’t forgive them. I forgive you and, with complete sincerity, I also want to express deep regret for hurting you, and even though you could not find it in your heart to forgive me, I will try again and request your forgiveness.

Please forgive me…