Two sisters had been fighting all of their lives. One day Susan becomes ill. She calls Cristina over and says, “Cristina, my doctor told me that I have a serious illness. I want to let you know that if I die, you’re forgiven for all you’ve done to me. But if I get well, things remain just like they are.”
The worst kind of hatred is hatred that circulates among relatives. These are highly charged and extremely emotional and usually lasts for generations. Not worth it!
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