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The Freedom of Forgiveness

My normal routine was usually to go directly home, catch a quick nap, and get ready to head out to clean banks with my mom. But December 17, 1993 would be different. On this day, I didn’t stick to my normal routine. I decided to go by a car dealership. I was in the market for a small pickup truck to use for the cleaning business. At the time I was driving a two- door hatchback Honda Accord. But I felt like it was time to get a more suitable vehicle, not to mention, the cleaning business was going pretty well financially. Normally, whenever I made what I considered to be a big decision, I consulted my mother first. That would be especially important for something she was directly involved in, like the cleaning business.

At the time, there was no apparent reason for me to break my normal routine, and in fact, after spending an hour or so looking at several small pickup