He was lying motionless on the hospital bed; only sign of life in him, the rising and falling of his chest, was also assisted by a ventilator. Just a glimpse of his inebriated face, before that dreaded accident, before her whole life had fallen apart was enough to haunt her for two years. Yet today, being face-to-face she felt no anger, just pity. As she signed on pardon papers and maneuvered her wheelchair out of the room, she felt overwhelming sense of liberation… Forgiveness had powered her spirit, as it sprinted carefree towards sea of possibilities, her paralyzed legs notwithstanding..
