The worst grudge I hold is a list of people I won't lift a finger for. I dont wish them ill, but if they were broke down in the middle of nowhere in August with no water I would still pretend I didnt see them.My biological Dad was murdered in 1974, and both the men involved in killing him are dead now. I’ve entertained thoughts of peeing on their graves, but I can see how the Lord used my Dad’s death to give me experiences and open doors that probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I’m not always good at it, but I try really hard not to hold a grudge.