10 years ago I was recovering from back surgery, when I was out riding my bike for the first time since the surgery a few months prior, and was hit by a dodge truck in an intersection. I saw the drivers face after he stopped go from confused to scared, and watched him take off. The police never found him and even denied knowing anything about the incident after a few months. I was in a lot of pain and was facing a medical discharge from the service after 18 good years to boot. My life was over ,my wife, kids, doctors, no one could fi this, no one I thought except maybe God if He were real. So I asked God, as I was on my knees, if He is real to fix this, as there is no one else that can. I started seeing signs from God and through the help a friend of mine who had been born again, I too was born again in my living room, never had the tears streamed for so many hours, knowing the truth, the vail had been lifted, and I knew God was real, amazing how God had revealed his true self to me in that instant. A year and a half later I was regularly attending church and everyone knew of my new life, and so was asked by a coworker to a mens group. I went once but felt my place was at my own church, but when i went home that night to pray God told me to go back to that church in two weeks (the first time I had ever heard Gods voce). Not next week or three weeks, but 2 weeks. In the meantime, my neighbor had given me a book called the Bait of Satan, abut forgiveness, and I had read and studied every bit of it. So being obedient despite the naysayers around me I went. Still limping a lot from the accident, others at the mens group had asked about how it had happened, and so I told them the story you just read. By the time I finished there were maybe 6 guys around me listening. Expecting something because God told me to go back, I waited, but nothing. So I left the building after the group session was over, and as I approached my car, one of the guys who had been listening came up to me and said " I am not sure how to tell you this", I assured him he could tell me anything, and again he was a bit reserved, and I told him it was just me, him and God, tell me, he said "I am the one that hit you!" A thousand emotions must have gone through my brain, but because my neighbor just two weeks before had given me that book, I was primed for what I did next. I threw my arms around him, forgave him completely, and told him that God forgive him completely as well. God is prefect in all He does, listen, obey, forgive, Love passionately, and be blessed, Shalom!