Words
“'How do
you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?' 'Very easily, Lady Difficult.
I find myself quite charming.'”
G. A.
Aiken (About a Dragon)
Name calling seems to be
the order of the day. We all do it, unfortunately. Still we are
surprised when it shows up in our elected officials and presidential
candidates. It seems so, well, childish. And, so it is. Name calling
is the last bastion of an insecure ego.
Remember your own
childhood, when other children picked out whatever trait most
embarrassed you, and slapped it on you as a nickname. I was a skinny
kid, so I was called “Olive Oil,” and “Boney Maronie.” The
fact that I still remember them is testimony to their power. I heard
other kids labeled “Bucky” and “Stork” and “Piggy.” And,
of course, the pretty girls were called, “Babe” and the guys,
“Hunk.” Taunting names certainly left no doubt as to who was in,
and who was out. Today, such nicknames are far more profane and
cruel.
In Robert Fulghum's best-selling book, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, the
old “sticks and stones” nursery rhyme has been changed to:
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our
hearts.” Words said to inflict pain cannot be taken back—they
leave a scar that will be remembered and felt into old age. It is
also true that words spoken in kindness and praise will be
remembered. Sometimes, kind words are positively life-changing for
the hearer. I have to ask myself, which legacy do I want to leave?
In the Spirit,
Jane
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