If we're lucky, those lessons stay with us and make us a better person. I remember, as a teenager, saying something unkind about a cousin and then turning around to find her standing behind me. She was one of the sweetest of my relatives so forgave me instantly and has never brought it up again. I think her kindness shamed me more than even the nasty little comment I made. I learned two things... keep your words sweet in case you have to eat them later and don't talk about others in any way other than how you would like them to talk about you. Lessons I've always remembered.
If we're lucky, those lessons stay with us and make us a better person. I remember, as a teenager, saying something unkind about a cousin and then turning around to find her standing behind me. She was one of the sweetest of my relatives so forgave me instantly and has never brought it up again. I think her kindness shamed me more than even the nasty little comment I made. I learned two things... keep your words sweet in case you have to eat them later and don't talk about others in any way other than how you would like them to talk about you. Lessons I've always remembered.
Sometimes those humbling events turn out to be blessings that change us for the better!
Honesty. Aaahh, scarce, hard to practise for the many, but always rewarding.
Absolutely. It was a tough lesson but one I'm glad I learned.
Beautiful back story, really such a lesson.
It was huge!
It is wrong to lie to your father, but the brother didn't have to "tattle" either. He could have just looked at her and made her feel guilty. 😉
IRL my brother did tattle. I think it was invaluable in the lesson.
Probably. And that's what brothers do, anyway. 😉
Did your brother tattle?
Yup.
I really enjoyed where you took this, Dascha. We learn from the mistakes we make — as painful as this process might be at times.
Thanks, Justin. One hopes we learn! 😉