on erev yom kippur, he calls me from yeshiva. i don't want to talk to him, but i take the phone anyway.
"little sheep," he says in his gruff voice, "do you forgive me?" he doesn't even say for what he's asking forgiveness.
ever since i was three years old, i've been taught in school that if we don't forgive the people who harmed us, then when we ask Hashem to forgive us, He won't forgive us either. what choice does that leave me? "yeah," i mumble quickly, and hang up the phone...
6/28/2009, years and years later...have i really forgiven him at all?