Walking away is not an option... dialogue must prevail.
"A good listener tries to understand what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but because he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with." - Kenneth A. Wells
"I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace." - Helen Keller
I’m sorry for the delay. I had to edit this post. I could have sworn I’d scheduled it to publish this morning. ARRRR! No wait, Talk Like a Pirate day was yesterday... So, it’s Saturday and that means...
WORDZZLE!!!! (We need a theme song, seriously)
The words Raven has pulled out of thin air for this week's 10-word challenge: budget, news, outer space, gargantuan, brass band, Purple Rose of Cairo, polar bears, insight, innovations, mute. Thanks for making it so darn easy... NOT!
Steven walks by the brass band down the wide corridor and wishes their instruments were mute, his head is killing him. Ahead of him is a gargantuan door. Next to it, along the white wall is a row of chairs. The girl sitting behind the desk puts down the news rag and motions for him to have a seat. How did he get here? He didn’t have time for this! He had to balance the budget for the launch party his company is throwing in less than a week. Why the president of Insight Innovations decided a restaurant named The Purple Rose of Cairo was a good investment idea was beyond him, but then, his opinion wasn’t important. “NEXT!” booms a grave voice over an intercom. Quite frankly it’s a pleasant break from the horrible MUSAK they had playing. Seriously, David Frickin Bowie? Now he can’t stop singing Space Oddity in his head... It kind of feels like he’s Major Tom lost in outer space. The door opens and he unconsciously looks for the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain. How did he get here? A man sits behind a desk, waiting. “Hello Steven, what’s the last thing you remember?” he asks, his hands folded in front of him. “White, that’s all I remember...” replied Steven. “Ah... you remember the polar bears then? Welcome to Heaven.”
And now, for the wickedly fun mini challenge. This week, the words were: investments, purring, death penalty, mercury, convalescent home
Myrtle sat in her usual spot in the convalescent home. After her heart attack, the therapist said holding a purring cat might help ease the tension. Obviously the moron had never lost all his investments in a bad deal on Wall Street. She looked in the drawer next to her chair and counted the thermometers. 10. “I wonder if that’s enough mercury to kill that no good lousy stock broker nephew of mine”. Hopefully, New York State won’t enforce the death penalty.
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