"There was the matter of a teacher who, I thought, had treated me unfairly. Who knows? Maybe she had, On the other hand she may have been perfectly fair, while I, from my biased vantage point, couldn't see it. In any case, I brooded over the way I imagined I was being mistreated until I actually felt sick every time I saw the teacher in question. If, for some unavoidable reason, I had to speak with her, knots formed in my stomach.
This went on for a while until at last, unable to tolerate the discomfort caused purely by my rebellion, I went contritely to the teacher and asked to talk with her about our misunderstanding. Within minutes we were friends again, and for days afterward I reveled in my freedom from anger. I wont deny that you can get a certain dark satisfaction from holding a grudge, but it can't compare with the satisfaction that comes from forgetting one. This experience helped me counseling my girls when they had personality conflicts with some of their teachers. I told then to accept it as part of their education - a challenge - an opportunity to learn how to win their teacher's respect and friendship - God's class in human relations." from Chapter Four, 'Two Steps Forward, One Step Back' | 
