Word: forgiven
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...gift, some kind of divine favor that fills the air around him and it's not the football. Charisma, star quality - I've learned a little more about this good but mysterious thing since treating him. I doubt it's rubbed off on me, but I have forgiven myself for taking the extra minutes with other patients, even during busy office hours, to hear the stories...
...much of that was forgotten or forgiven Monday night when the fresh, young Rockies tromped on the Arizona Diamondbacks 6-4 to win the National League Championship Series in Denver and sweep into the World Series--a development as unfathomably pleasant for Denverites as Mayor John Hickenlooper changing his last name to Jones...
...guess you could give Jones a smidgen of credit for finally coming clean. As Jason Giambi of the New York Yankees has proven, those who apologize for using steroids will eventually be forgiven. But even now, it seems, Jones is trying to have it both ways, resorting to the Barry Bonds defense that she didn't know the flaxseed oil her coach was giving her was actually the steroid known as "the clear." Jones is too smart for that, and given all her lies of the past, it's not as if we have any reason to believe...
...John McCain ever be forgiven by the religious right? He's trying. The Arizona Senator has told Beliefnet that the "Constitution established the United States of America as a Christian nation," that he's in talks with his pastor about undergoing a full-immersion baptism to become a real live Evangelical, and that he would prefer a Christian U.S. President to a Muslim one (he wants someone who shares a "solid grounding in my faith"). That checks some big boxes for the Christian right. His new faith talk may not be enough to appeal to religious conservatives in Iowa...
...weeks. And there we bonded. Sure, he was a Nazi soldier, a job he had volunteered for. And yeah, he was a member of the Waffen SS. But after sharing my hunger, he was so human to me that, if he were before me, I would have readily forgiven him. This intensely self-critical, self-reflective stranger who is so beleaguered by shame, this art stamp collector, stonemason, fledgling artist, eventual writer, master dancer, lover, husband...Günter Grass became me, his mouth rubberbanded shut. I was him, playing dice with a religious Bavarian, discussing the future. Strange, isn?...