There is a part of the creed which I live by that says that I need to forgive those who have harmed me, not because of what that forgiveness does for those others, but because the act of forgiveness heals me. The carried grudge does not harm the person against whom I carry it, nor does any forgiveness benefit him; he does not even know of the existence of either. The carried grudge sickens me and forgiveness is the cure. I know this to be true because I have experienced it.
On this anniversary of 9/11, and as I watch the rising tide of Islamaphobia in this nation, I am saddened that this is a lesson that we as a nation cannot learn. We still live with the unhealed scar of the Twin Towers because we cannot forgive. All of the revenge in the universe, all of the foreign nations invaded and conquered, all of the Al Queda leaders imprisoned, tortured and killed, all of the Taliban strongholds brought down, all of the trillions of dollars spent, all of the civil liberties surrendered and all of the American lives expended, cannot heal this raw and festering wound.
The simple act of forgiveness, costing nothing, could do so much.