This excerpt is taken from “The Meaning of Forgiveness” by Kenneth Wapnick, Page 101
Several years ago, I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sudden realization there was someone standing in my room. After the momentary shock, I remembered “there is nothing to fear” (workbook, p. 77), and calmly asked my uninvited guest: “What can I do for you?” The situation was not obscure, however. It was clear that the man was on drugs and desperately needed money for his next fix; burglars rarely enter occupied apartments. He threateningly held his hand in his jacket as if he had a gun, to punctuate his demand. My defenselessness seemed to change the atmosphere in the room, however, and the man soon began apologizing for having broken in and disturbing my sleep. I gave him whatever money I had in my wallet, and the man paused as he took it and then returned a couple of dollars, saying: “This is all your money, I can’t leave you with nothing.” And he went on apologizing. I assured him it was all right, and urged him to do what he had to do. As I ushered the man to the hall, waiting with him for the elevator, I said: “God bless you.” HIs final words as he disappeared into the elevator were: “Please pray for me.” I assured him I would, although I knew that this holy encounter had been the prayer. No injustice had been done, for there had been no real loss. The amount of money was small “price” indeed for the blessing of forgiveness that had been given and received as one.