The Past Is Not True

The Past Is Not True

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I carried that burden with me everywhere, and felt so horrible about it for so many years that at age 35 I decided to find this woman to apologize.
I found her name and address, went to her house, knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman answered.
As soon as I said, “I’m the teenager that hit your car eighteen years ago and broke your spine”, I started sobbing - a big ugly cry, surfacing years of regret.
She was so sweet, and hugged me saying, “Oh sweetie, sweetie! Don’t worry. I’m fine!”
Then she walked me into her living room.
Walked.

Turns out the news had been miscommunicated.
Yes she fractured a couple vertebrae but it never stopped her from walking.
She said “that little accident” helped her pay more attention to her fitness, lose weight, and since then has been in better health than ever.
Then she apologized for causing the accident in the first p...

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