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Newsletter Dated: 5/15/2003 3:08:11 PM
Subject: Sandy's Chatterbox
When a man or woman visits a beauty/barber shop for the first time, they can walk out with an ‘unkind’ cut. Both my husband and I have experienced this as we move from one state to another.
Also, too, when you’ve too many working together in the kitchen--holidays or whatnots, there’s another venue for ‘unkind’ cuts. It often happens during conversations when I’m peeling potatoes and talking. For my husband, it happens when he’s helping with the dishes.
But those cuts are usually shrugged off though they may linger for a while afterwards. The most ‘unkind’ cut is left by a thoughtless word or tongue.
“I HATE you!”
“YOU annoy me!”
“I never want to see you again!”
“Don’t touch me!”
These cuts don’t leave a mark that is visible, they cut the heart and soul. They ‘bleed’ tears inside the one spoken too and take much longer to heal. There’s no salve or bandage to cover the wound, no ‘instant’ fix. The longer it takes to apologize, the deeper the cut is, the more it tears at the relationship . . . whatever it might be.
There are many folks who fail to ever apologize, who just go back to ‘normality’ with the erroneous assumption that ‘all is well’. Without a word to ‘retrieve’ those ‘cuts’, the wound seethes, festers and sometimes affects ones’ attitude toward everyone.
Days, months, years even . . . pass and the ‘cuts’ still lay open. Arguments over small things may ensue--off and on--though the real ‘issue’ is seldom addressed. The wounds multiple, build up and each adds more distress to the already strained relationship.
When our cars need care, we service them. When our house needs repairs, we repair them. Why then are we so careless with our relationships? Do we dare assume they never need an apology, a kind word, a hug or kiss?
We often are more attentive to our possessions that to those people whom we profess to love and cherish. Just because love once was, there’s no guarantee that it will always be there just as there’s no guarantee that our loved one will always be there.
The most ‘unkind’ cut can be prevented. We can say what we mean and mean what we say. Moreso, we can limit our anger to the item at hand without ‘cutting’ each other down. There is no glory or reward in damaging anything internally. The best thing to say when angry is nothing . . . wait until you’ve both calmed down and talk about it rationally.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to leave . . . for the moment. I’ve suffered an ‘unkind’ cut from one dearly beloved and they have no idea how much it hurts.
What did she say? you ask. She said, "You have no idea how much your being deaf infuriates me!" As if I, who was born with congenital nerve deafness, had any choice in the matter. I'm no longer sure she's even my friend. Ouch!
Something to think about,