It has been too long since I posted on this blog. I am going to try to do the blog a few times a week from now on.
Have you ever wanted to be able to speak your mind at the exact moment it should be spoken? I have always been able to think of good comebacks after the moment has passed. Well, I landed a real zinger last week.
It was Monday and Joe and I took Tyler for a walk past Lover's Point towards Asilomar. The sun was out, bees were buzzing and there were a couple of otters playing just off shore. On our way back when we reached the sidewalk at Lover's Point on our way back to the car a man and a woman walked past us. He turned around and hollered at me(because I was walking Tyler), "Can't you see the sign? No dogs in the park!"
I hollered back, with just a hint of sarcasm, "Thanks for letting me know, since I was only on the sidewalk!"
I did it. I hit my target with a real zinger. My chest puffed up. I walked tall knowing someone tried to knock me down and I got them instead!
But with each step I took the heat of the moment cooled into doubt and the urge to run back and apologize almost froze me in my tracks.
I hadn't won anything when I got back at that man. I had given in to one of life's "little foxes". The sneaky little temptations the enemy throws in front of my cross-hairs. Instead of catching that zinger and killing it with grace and forgiveness I recharged it with anger and hatred before I threw it back. It is probably still out there somewhere, bouncing from person to person leaving hurt angry people in it's wake. I was a part of that.
