It Is Time To Get Off The Battlefield And Forgive Your Enemies Already

I spent 23 years on an empty battlefield. Ammo loaded, gun cocked, waiting patiently and obsessively for my enemy to arrive on the top of the ridge. Winter after winter came, still no foe in sight. Bones chilled, fingers frozen to my weapon—standing my ground. Sure that when they arrived, I would be ready to take the first shot. Then something miraculous happened. The 23rd spring came. As my icy fingertips thawed and the sun warmed my aching limbs, I noticed a tiny puddle at