Yesterday was my first day of giving. I had been struggling with the decision of whether or not to reach out to a friend who had deeply hurt me recently. We had not talked in a few weeks, and though I value the friendship, I felt it was up to her to make the first move towards fixing things. When I considered extending an olive branch, or at least an olive twig, as a gift, my perspective changed. I felt more compassionate. After I sent her an email, I felt like I had transcended my earlier, more petty thoughts about saving face and who's to blame for what.
Today, she wrote me back. I think the gift of tentative faith that I gave her may end up saving our friendship.