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An apology arrived today from a past so long ago I'd almost forgotten it. Ollie (less a name than an act) was a skater I hung out with, part of a group of misfits and mean-wells in my township. He was less than kind, to put it nicely, and put me down when I tried to help him up. Details are repetitive.

He has been growing, though, in all these years. Learning. Now, he's hoping for forgiveness, from those he hurt - including little old me, who was barely a kick flip on his social half pipe. He expected no response, just wanted me to know his apology was there. 

So. 

It's never too late to make things right. 

I'm very glad that Ollie has gotten himself in gentler hands. I hope he forgives himself, too.