It was the only time in four decades of nursing that I'd had such a terrible problem with a colleague-Rita. She1to look down on me and I had no idea why. Every kindness I showed produced an unexpected 2. Our relationship was so impossibly bad.
Now it was eight years later and I retired from 3, and was certainly tired from ever thinking about that troublesome 4. The flu had hit us and my town had sold out of protective 5. I searched for a box of hospital-grade masks I had 6; I just knew those masks were in the box by my desk. However, I didn't find the masks, but I found some old, 7 mail-a Christmas card a year ago. That kind of thing is always a treat to 8, but the return address said Florida and I couldn't figure out who I knew there.
I opened the envelope and read the card in astonishment-it was from Rita. "Please 9 me for being such a person," she wrote. A wave of 10 and forgiveness washed over me. I'm not really a11 because of a problem with my hands, but there at 11:30 p. m., I typed out an emotional, of-the-moment message ensuring her that there was no cause for12 ， no need for forgiveness because there is only love and gratitude for the 13.
In a matter of seconds, I received a text 14. Honestly speaking, Rita was absolutely 15. We became friends again.
