Pride and Prejudice

It's been a struggle to me since childhood. I know my partiality towards the people. I used to indulge such bias and am trying hard to cease that. Although, the only encounter happened 7 years ago, I am already disgusted by her hypocrisy. Why should I let their past of like 30 years ago linger on me. That's prejudice, a resentment that I need to submit.

And they are innocent. They are as much the victims as we can identify with. How dare I stop the outflow of grace, with the excuse of such a vague and deceptive connection? Who am I to not share what is not at all mine? That's pride. Noir.

I shall do as my conscience perceives. May God remove this spike from me, so it will be genuine and loving.