Fifteen years of guilt

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This was what was written on the note. Curlicue female handwriting, dots that looked like oblong shapes dancing, the lines slightly slanted to the right. Taped at an angle on the back of the cash register for all customers to read and admire.

"Here is the money for the cards which I stole from your store. Although that was more than fifteen years ago, I have still been feeling very guilty about it. Not being able to bear the guilt any longer, I would like to pay you back. Hopefully God in his infinite wisdom will forgive me for this awful deed of the past."

Does this act of desperation symbolize the innate goodness of mankind, that there is always hope, that all sins will be forgiven by a loving God?

Let's sit down and think about it logically. The fact that she stole the cards in the first place is bad enough. Rather than confessing right away like she should have done, she waited fifteen long years, which makes the original sin a hundred times worse. To cap it all off, she has the gall to think that by quickly scribbling down a note and handing over a few jingling coins she is immediately absolved of all badness. Nature is too cruel to allow human conniving mislead it.

If I were God, I would cast her to hell right away to receive the full punishment she deserves. Tough, but that's life.

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Wow. That's pretty hateful.

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