The person who inspired me most is not famous, She was a Polish Jew who survived Auschwitz. She had no hearing in one ear, because of the beatings, and no hair, all fell out through shock.
She was the mother of my best friend from age 4-18. The womans strength and beauty amazed me. She was so forgiving,it used to put some of my petty sulks,to shame.
I remember thinking even at a young age, that if you can survive something like that, and emerge, still forgiving,then that would be a pretty good role model to copy.
I still feel that, forgiving is hard, but it sets you free. I wonder whether it is all meant to be. I love my oldest son very much, but I have had to forgive him so many things. Not to mention a whole host of other people.