Someone told this story: It is easy to become a slave to hatred in our hearts. A good friend of mine, "Roy", became angry with another friend of mine, "Lee", several years ago. "Roy" has never forgiven "Lee" for the trespass, and "Lee” never knew that "Roy" was angry with him. Recently, I bumped into "Roy" and asked him if he was still mad at "Lee". "I sure am," he replied. "I can’t stand to even be in the same room with him." I asked "Roy" why he became angry with "Lee" in the first place. His response? "I don’t remember. It’s been too long ago. I just remember that I’m mad at him."