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The best way to let out your anger is not by using your fists, nor by silence, though many, many posts tell you to suffer in silence, but the right way is to express your rebuttal in words!
That’s something we haven’t learnt as a people and also haven’t seen in our leaders.
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Once upon a time, there was a dog farm, with many species of dogs in it. The dogs in the farm had won their freedom from foreign dogs who had ruled their farm for many years, and who ruled by using the ‘divide and rule’ method, causing a huge division between dogs who ate bones holding them between their paws and dogs who chewed directly.
The foreign dogs had been kicked out, through a ‘Quit the Farm’ movement but not before the farm was divided and some of the dogs who ate using their paws carved out their own farm, from the big farm and the others remained in the original farm.
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The other day I was talking to someone who’d been in the real estate business, and he told me he’d left the profession because of treachery, “Bob,” he told me, “Deals are made behind your back, by clients who I’ve introduced to each other, because they don’t want me to have my rightful commission!”
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“Why didn’t I have good looks like my sister?” a girl cried to her mother.
The mother looked at her little girl, sighed and said, “Do you know my sisters and I grew up with a blind mother? One day when I was about 17 and standing in front of the bathroom mirror combing my hair, I asked, “You really don’t know what any of us look like, do you Mom?” She was feeling my hair to see how long it was.
“Of course I do,” she answered.
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It was a 1947 steam engine. I looked at the pictures of it. It was going to do a heritage run and the whole city was excited last Sunday. Every station that the train passed was crowded with young and old. The old telling the young that the iron monster huffing and puffing away was once a part and parcel of their lives.
I myself remembered those journeys where at a curve one looked out of the window and saw the engine far, far ahead, pulling the train with a resolve and determination that was so very apparent.