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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Scribbles and Scrambles - Never, Never, Never Forget


A friend recently had a conversation with a person which left my friend several pounds lighter from the verbal filleting that occurred.

As my pal shared frustration and hurt we both agreed that verbal assault is kind of a signature for this individual.

And then I read the following quote.

"They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."
Carl W. Buechner

Ouch.

As a parent, and a wife, a "teacher" and a friend, this comment cuts deep. As a frequent wielder of sarcasm, it cuts even deeper.

For my friend, the pain of the benign words came from the intention, the delivery and the attitude of the word sniper. Said a different way and in a different setting the words could have helped.

The quote above came from a book I'm reading to review called "One Month to Live...Thirty Days to a No-Regrets Life" A book that's forcing me to think a bit. I really want to leave hope and healing as my legacy. And while I'm still on earth, I don't want to watch a shudder of apprehension pass over the faces of those I encounter when I walk into a room.

May our words bring healing and our attitudes bring hope today.