And he walked timidly down the aisle.
At each row he was again embraced by rejection.
Then a little hand patted a seat.
And a voice invited...
"You can sit here!"
She knew pain.
She knew betrayal.
She knew rejection.
She could've used that knowledge as a justification for bitterness.
Instead she used it for compassion.
I want to be like Jenny.
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