Words Sting and Words Heal

Whoever said “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me” is full of crap.  Seriously…Long story short, my brother and I are a year apart.  When we were in junior high, I remember thinking he was so cool…the greatest thing ever…I totally looked up to him and adored him.  Fast forward…my brother and I are a year apart.  We really don’t talk to each other than much and pretty much grew apart as adults.  When my sister was here visiting recently, we went down to his place of work to drop off some hats from my sister’s husband.  We walked back into his office and he looked at me and said what is wrong with your hair and then turned his nose up at me because of my tattoos.  I let it bother me for a few days.  It just makes me sad.  But at the same time, I will always stick up for him and defend him.

On Friday I stopped at Walgreen’s to get a few things.  As I was standing in line, I noticed the worker was kind of overweight and quite big.  I felt kind of bad for her.  She had a very nice voice and was really pleasant and friendly.  As I was checking out, she said, “I’m sorry, but OH MY GOD, you are sooooo cool looking.”  I thought that was really nice of her.  I was sure she was going to comment on my tattoos, but guess what?  The next thing out of her mouth,  “I LOVE your hair!”  And there you have it.  Sting and Heal.

Choose your words wisely.