A couple of years ago, when I was newly divorced, I tried applying my child to a school that many people told me would be good for him. I was very impressed by the open house and told so many people such good things about the school. In the end, my son was not accepted and multiple people who had heard about the school from me were accepted. I was very hurt, especially since the school my child ended up going to was really not great at first. I kept trying to let go, but the pain kept coming back, so I spoke to a Rav and asked what he thought about my making a phone call to the menahel to explain the pain I still felt and that I wanted to let go of it; the Rav agreed but told me not to get my hopes up about the head of school understanding me…. I finally made the call to the menahel on Erev Yom Kippur and B”H, I got through; he remembered me and my child when I introduced myself. He was genuinely surprised and extremely remorseful when he heard how I’d felt, and begged me for mechila. I said I forgave b’lev shalem and was glad we had spoken. He said my coming to him should be a zechus for my whole family, and I said it should be a zechus for Charlotte’s neshama as well.