There was a uh nature loving person, yes person, who struggled to forgive anyone for their perceived misdeeds. He could not forgive the clouds for the rain or the sun for too much sunshine or his father for failing to remember the Quaker Oats ( One cup in the microwave will do the heart a lot of good!). He could not forgive his mother for forgetting the fabric softener sheets that made the football uniform nice and soft; snugly fresh. So, when asked what was the problem affecting their game, they said the family forgot a few things. They were asked if they could forgive and they said no. They were asked if they could forgive themselves. They said you can't forgive what is already free of fault. The impartial friend confirmed that they were almost right. If they were free of fault, this would have to be true for every person that they would not forgive or chose not to forgive. They accepted that they forgot their football shorts at home once and were unable to help the team in practise and for that, they could not forgive themselves. The impartial friend suggested that if you can't forgive anyone else, try forgiving yourself. Then you can forgive others. They realised that they had recurring visions of an incident in childhood when oatmeal was stuffed down their throat with a voice that said "have some more; more!!" They responded by saying "Please sir or madam; I don't want some more." They, in fact, would always tell people habitually after that incident not to stuff stories or quotes of wisdom from M. Scott Peck ( and others) down their throat. So the impartial friend said why don't you stuff a little oatmeal(the zero alcohol recipe-some old recipes ask for a a few caps of rum to keep the cold off)down your throat; may be a 1/10 of a spoon more than what you would usually uh consume and see if you can forgive yourself. The nature loving person tried this and it didn't work. They chose not to forgive themselves. The impartial friend said they should try being their own best friend maybe and see if it works with an oat bar. The nature loving person said they would try just that; just might turn out. After twenty years, they forgave themselves for the oats and the bar, the missing part of the uniform and the family members who they blamed for forgetting little things. They also accepted that the sun shines and the rain falls and that you can react any way you want. It is likely to rain and the sun will shine and sun again; but never so perfect. When was it really perfect?