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Forgiveness doesn't sit there like a pretty boy in a bar. Forgiveness is the old fat guy you have to haul up a hill.

Cheryl Strayed

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Cheryl Strayed
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: September 17
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I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.
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You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.
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And every last one of us can do better than give up.
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He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.
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Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I’d often disputed. But it turned out that it didn’t matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.
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