I was feeling
angry with myself one day, and told a friend about a certain
wrong I had committed.
He said, "Hal,
remember when your kids were growing up and one of them spilled
the milk at the breakfast table? What did you do, go and get
a baseball bat and pound his brains out?"
"Of course not," I said. "I simply comforted him
and told him the spill could be cleaned up easily, and to just
try to be more careful next time."
My friend laughed and said, "Well then why don't you treat
yourself the same way?"
He was right. Have you ever taken a baseball bat to yourself
over some silly misadventure that you'd easily forgive another
Pay no attention to my grammar, just the message. Love yourself
a little bit, too.
I hate it
when I don't talk good!