Here’s a story of my personal experience with this topic. When I was in my early 20’s, we helped a couple that we thought were our friends. They had been kicked out of their place because he was out of work and couldn’t pay his rent, so we took them in. Shortly after that, we had soem problems with our landlord, and we needed to move out pretty quickly. (it’s a long story, but the landlord had padlocked our gate so we couldn’t move, and when the cops made him remove it, we needed to go quick to avoid further problems)
While we were packing, the other couple were helping us by packing some things into their car. To shorten the story, they took off with most of our stuff.
Years later, we ran into her, walking (or should I say stumbling ) home from a bar. I asked my husband to pull over, and he thought I wanted to beat this woman for what she and her husband had done to us. I assured him there would be no problems, especially since we had our infant daughter in the car.
I thought quickly about what to do and say to this woman. if I had yelled at her or gotten physical, it would have been exactly what she would expect, and she would be able to call me a bitch from hell for hurting her.
Instead, I put on my biggest smile, and hugged her in the street. I told her I was very happy to see her, and told her about our new baby. She peeked into the car at my beautiful bundle of joy, and I could see instantly that she was already beginning to regret not only being in my presence, but what she had done all those years ago.
I asked her if she needed a ride home, and she stuttered something like.. ‘No, thanks, I just live around the corner.”
Then, out of the blue, she said “I still have most of your things.” I waved my hand in dismissal, and said.. “Oh, never mind, I’ve replaced that old junk a long time ago. You can keep it.” She then started to cry and murmur something about how sorry she was, and how I was the best friend she ever had. i waved that away also, and told her not to think twice about it. I have never seen anyone squirm from guilt so much in my life!!
I felt like I had much more closure knowing that she would feel the guilt of what she had done, and that karma was taking care of this situation. Oh, and by the way, you might ask where her husband was in this part of the story? He was in prison! Apparently, the night they stole from us was the beginning of a week long theft spree for them, and he was caught and arrested. When they got him to the jail, they found out he was wanted for similar offences in another state, so when he finished his term in one state, he had a nice cozy cell waiting for him in another.
So in my case, forgiveness (or karma) was much sweeter than any revenge I could have cooked up for them.
sorry this is so long!