“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions, they become habits. Watch your habits, they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”
~~ Frank Outlaw
I am constantly finding out how powerful our words are. How there is power in our words.
Yesterday I was enjoying the heck out of a movie, Tomorrowland, a real feel good film about looking for the positive and the remarkable things we can do when we “feed the right wolf”—when something happened.
I person that is very important to me said some very cruel things to me.
This person isn’t someone I can just tell to f*ck off. This person has problems. Serious problems. I suspect that the least it’s a serious case of bipolar syndrome. This person can be happy and laughing and joyful one minute—and seconds later fly into a RAGE.
(don’t worry, it wasn’t my husband)
It can be something as simple as messaging this person on Facebook and waiting and waiting and waiting for an answer and then sending a second message that says, “Hello?” and getting a, “Dude! Chill! What’s your f*cking problem? I was godd*mned busy, okay? Your needs are the most important in the world!” in return.
And then I will find out from someone that all this person was doing was watching YouTube or role-playing online.
You look at this person’s Facebook and it is always filled with cursing and four letter words and vicious remarks about people or politicians and more….
And I can’t turn my back.
I was in tears last night. One minute feeling so happy and the next so hurt.
The power of words. To lash out and be so mean and cruel for no reason—none at all.
And then I get up this morning to an email that says this….
B.G.—The moment I met you at GRL I knew that you were someone special. I felt the love and caring you have within you. Reading [your posts on animals] made my heart swell knowing the man you are and how you feel in your heart and soul. Animals are special creations made by God and they bring out the best in us. One day I hope to meet you again. You took a little piece of my heart knowing you. You have a heart of gold and your husband and your two little dogs are a wonderful family. I’m blessed to have known you!
The person who sent me that message didn’t need to. But I am grateful from the bottom of my heart that they did. Turned my world around.
There is power in words.
I know I say all the time that we mustn’t let words hurt us. I know that in the case of the first person? Those words were all about them, not me. I haven’t done anything wrong. But I am human and it still hurt.
No—wait. I don’t say that we shouldn’t be hurt by words. I say we can be. But we don’t have to ride it. We don’t have to dwell in the hurt. Acknowlege the hurt…and then go on. We can’t let those words destroy us. And when we say we can’t help it?
Power in words.
If we say we can’t help it, then guess what? We can’t help it. We’ve set it in stone. We have qualified and quantified it.
Power in words.
So to the person who sent me the kind note? Wow! I can’t say what it meant to me.
Thank you and your heart of gold.
And to the person who said the cruel things?
I still love you. And I always will.
Power in words.
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