Forgiveness Can Be Fun

“Let’s go to Goodwill!” John announced. I scrambled into my clothes and gleefully linked my arm in his and danced out to the car- but no car! It was stolen.
I turned around and drooped my way back to our front door to call the police (people didn’t have cell phones yet.)
John didn’t move but laughed and called out, “April Fool! I got up in the middle of the night and moved the car around the corner!”
I was a fool and glared at him but saw his intent was not to make a fool of me but to have fun. I forgave him, dropped my anger, and saw the humor.
The next year and the next and the next I fell for the same joke and each year felt progressively more stupid, but each time I forgave him and it became progressively laughable. John waited three years, and he did it again!

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