When my dad was a boy, about 7 or 8, he got in a fight with his cousin over a wheelbarrow. Push came to shove and his cousin dragged him across the asphalt skinning up his knees until they were bloody. After some time of that, my dad went crying back home to his mom looking for sympathy. Instead, he got a bit of life’s cold harsh elixir he was forced to swallow. As he tells it, she said to him:
Well, it’s your own darn fault for not letting go of the wagon.
I think we all could use a bit of that elixir from time to time. It might make us wise up and let go of tenacity and the wagon before we get hurt … and nobody really cares :)
Hi. I'm Damien Riley, MA.
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That is a pretty cool story. I’m not exactly sure how strongly I agree with the point that you make though. As I understand it anyway, you’re point is: Sometimes, no matter how right we are and how strongly we feel, we should just give up and let go lest our knees get skinned up.
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