The Door of Repentance Felt Near at Fajr

I just finished reading The Door of Repentance Was Not Closed and kept the page open while I made tea in the kitchen at fajr. Forty years with patients taught me that healing is a story of faith before it is medicine, and today that felt true in a small, quiet way. Last week I found an old file with a patient's handwritten note I had never answered. I sent a short message, hands still warm from the kettle, and a single word came back that eased something I had carried for years. Has anyone else had a late, simple moment that changed how you thought about forgiveness?