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Jogger, Texas Ranger

You're the hard-core killer, Hoss, only you use words instead of firearms. I'm not complaining, just explaining.


I'll give you my honest opinion about that, Jogger: I don't think I've deeply wounded more than one person in my life with my words, and that person was a woman I loved who struck first, cut me to the quick with a perfect rapier thrust of cruelty that completely devastated me, and I reflexively launched a veritable spasm of cruelly false, yet plausible, counter-blows with a battle axe, at least one of which I hoped would give her half the pain she caused me. To compound my crime, I goaded her into using her skill with words to make me seem a fool by nipping at her heels with jabs of my own until I pushed her over the edge. It's one of the few times in my life that I regret not just taking it like a man and shutting up, because I think she probably would have quickly come to realize the damaging nature of what she said and she would have reconsidered her statement and apologized. Instead, I did not quit verbally lashing out, degree by despicable degree, until I was convinced beyond a doubt that she felt the pain, and, by doing that, I slammed the door shut, permanently. None of that became clear to me until much later, of course, since I've never learned life's lessons quickly. On the other hand, we're both better off without one another because we were so alike in so many ways that eventually we would have discovered that we were bastard brother and sister and then our sex life would have been shot all to hell. Thus, God uses evil to achieve good. ;-)

Other than that one over-the-top instance, I honestly don't think I've come close to seriously hurting, much less wounding, people with my words, certainly not on a blog post or in the comments to a post, and certainly not with respect to people I've met only over the Internet. Relationships formed in cyberspace appear to lack any substantial emotional content, and people don't seem, ultimately, to care enough about what the other person thinks or feels to let anything they might say penetrate too deeply. They might be momentarily annoyed or even experience a flash of anger, but then they simply disappear and go read some other blogger. I believe in the old song lyric: you always hurt the one you love. Perhaps it should be modified to "you only hurt the one you love."


Maybe you should pray that God dulls the dark edge of that double edged sword you swing but continues to sharpen the good edge. Because some of the stuff you write takes my breath away. In a good way.


Sorry, but if I linger too long on the thought of taking your breath away it becomes an occasion for sin. Nevertheless, thank you for the compliment. It means a lot to me.

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