When I opened my yearbook, I began to reminisce about my half year of high school in Korea. As I flipped through the pages of the yearbook, a picture of an old man with a benevolent smile caught my eyes. Daydreaming about the incident, my eyesight became hazy, and I felt my hands becoming swollen, which always refreshes my memory of his profound words. His name is Mr. Lee, my high school teacher in Korea. …showed first 75 words of 713 total…

…showed last 75 words of 713 total…it is silly to hold grudges in life and that I should instead work to resolve my problems through peaceful solutions. Thanks to Mr. Lee and Chang-Min, I realized the need to forgive. Suddenly, I am awakened from my daydream when a friend yells: "Hey, what are you doing in your room, it's Friday night?" I slowly closed the yearbook and thought about what might have happened to me if I never learned about forgiveness.