I forgave the man who robbed me

This might sound strange but hear me out. Two years ago a young man broke into my shop and stole everything. I lost savings I had built for 15 years. I was consumed by anger. I could not sleep. I wanted revenge. Then I learned about restorative justice and asked to meet him. He was only 19 living on the streets since 15 when his parents died. He cried and apologized. I saw myself in him because I was also orphaned young but had family who helped me. Long story short he now works at my shop. He is like a son to me. He is paying back what he took slowly but honestly. Forgiveness freed me from my prison of anger. It does not mean what happened was okay. It means I chose peace over bitterness.