I went to the store last week with the intention of getting some face wash. Cetaphil to be exact. While searching for it in the cosmetics aisle and minding my own business, I turn around in response to someone calling my name. At first, I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me because all I saw was D, a guy I went on a date with in 11th grade. Yes, I said "a" date, meaning "one". I'll explain later.
The date went like this: I didn't have my license at the time, so I convinced my parents into dropping me off at the mall to hang out with my "BFF" (oh, the things I did in high school). We ended up seeing The Benchwarmers. It was the most awkward movie-watching experience I had ever endured. Luckily, I had two trusty friends sitting five rows back from us (without D's knowledge), cheering me on. :)
After the movie, he saw a friend of his outside the theatre. If I tell you right now that I used to think D was a douche, you can probably guess what happened next. He ditched me. It was OK though, because I met up with my two friends, who were already waiting for me in an undisclosed location. D and I never spoke again after that day.
Back to our encounter at the store: I was going to pull one of those "I don't remember you" acts, but decided to do the right thing: act grown up. We ended up having one of those "what have you been up to?" conversations that only lasted a few seconds. I thought about our run-in for a while after it happened and came to realize the importance of forgiveness. Plato said, Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
I realized that it was important for me to forgive D because I too, did stupid things as a teenager.