"I know felt awful, and I was confused. But as we stood there together staring at the fog and rain, I could think of no way now to repair the damage I'd done." (NLMG, page 60)
On my way to work today, I sang at the top of my lungs. I often do that when I have the car all to myself and not a soul can hear me. Anyways, I was singing Hallelujah and one of my favorite lines from it is "Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." The whole incident with Kathy, Ruth and Miss Geraldine reminded me of how friendship, and love for that matter, isn't perfect. We all fall, mess up, and sin. What makes love and friendships last are the reparations made, the wounds that heal and are stronger because of the strain. I think Ruth and Kathy are better friends today because of what they went through with the secret guard, this little tussle, and probably countless other incidents where their bonds were strained.
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