A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.
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Ask five economists and you'll get five different answers - six if one went to Harvard.
I share their frustration at times and I get down just like them when we suffer a bad result.

