Two months or so ago, one of my friends forwarded me a text message. It was a simple text message about a son who asks his father what forgiveness is. You might have received or read this message before and it goes something like this.
A little boy asked his father...
Boy: Father, what is forgiveness?
Then father smiled and looked straightly to his son's eyes.
Father: Son, it may not be the exact meaning of forgiveness that I can give. But I can say that forgiveness is like the fragrance given by the flowers when they are crushed.