Achim could still taste the sweet-sour taste of his mother’s lemon pie. He could still feel the cuts and bruises his body endured from his father’s spiked belt for a decade. He was fifty years old. The urge for revenge still haunted his soul. A life of pain, emotional torture and living in the past. Alone, left by his wife and children, Achim took the only road he thought possible: violence. As he faced the reality of his past, he whispered to himself: “You build yourself from scratch and move on. You allow your pain to guide you towards humility.”
Humility
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