By Michele HaeberlinOriginal Source: lawrentian.comWhen I was a little girl, I got in trouble many times, but one such incident became unforgettable because that time I did not deserve to be yelled at. My iPod had gone missing and my dad was, of course, visibly upset that I had lost something so expensive. But I had never misplaced that iPod. It had been stolen by my cousin so he could use the money from selling it to get drugs.I did not learn what had happened until I was older, and even when I was finally told, I remember only feeling vaguely sad, and then I forgot about it soon after. Because I was still too young to fully understand what had happened, my dismissal of the action could not be called forgiveness. But since...click here to continue reading