Words, words, words. And three individuals with a great facility to use them. At the turn of three phrases, three angry people, two easy targets, and one bystander lost of his innocence. Words were thrown like daggers among three people online and offline Chicago Carless this weekend.
This evening, words instead wrought peace. Three people realized they’re stronger than they thought when it comes to wielding words. Three people shared forgiveness for not realizing that sooner. Two people shared mea culpas. And one bystander led by anger into the most dangerous words of all was met instead by love.
And all got out of the fire and back into the frying pan.
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Michael Thaddeus Doyle
I'm a NYC-native, Latino, Jew-by-choice, hardcore WDW fan in Chicago with an Irish last name. I believe in social justice, big cities, and public transit. I do nonprofit development. I've written this blog since 2005. Believe in the world you want to live in.
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