My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
They make sure to notice the weakness of others. It enables them to be so much more magnanimous in their understanding. Standing in for God (who, they are sure, would want them to) they can also forgive with an enthusiasm to make him proud.
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