by
Molly Noble Bull
It
is true that sticks and stones can break bones. But words hurt. Words have hurt
me. Words have hurt you. Unkind words have hurt just about everybody.
Yet
Donald Trump defines people by calling them one of his now famous acid names.
Every time he does it, I remember back when someone treated me unkindly, and I
don’t want to remember those events. Nobody does.
I
am a mom, a grandmother and former elementary and early childhood teacher, and I
find myself constantly wishing I could wash Donald’s mouth out with soap or
send him to the “time out” corner for his childish behavior. I am also a
Christian. As a Christian, I forgave those who said or did something unkind to
me and pray for them in the name of Jesus. But what of those who fail to
forgive?
Can
you spell stirring up anger?
If I am an example, The Donald stirs up anger almost daily, and I don't like getting angry. That is not who I am.
He has promised to become presidential once he gets the nomination. I hope he means it. But how can we know for sure? Can you imagine sitting on the edge of your chair each night, watching the evening news and waiting to hear what evil name the Donald called some world leader or his wife that day?
He has promised to become presidential once he gets the nomination. I hope he means it. But how can we know for sure? Can you imagine sitting on the edge of your chair each night, watching the evening news and waiting to hear what evil name the Donald called some world leader or his wife that day?
I
don’t know about you, but my husband and I didn’t vote for Donald Trump in the Texas
primary. Words hurt, and though none of the Republican candidates are perfect, only
one has an acid tongue.
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