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The Bishop decided to indulge in acts of cruel and unusual punishment.  

He asked me to give a talk.  About forgiveness, so I can't even hold a grudge.  What a rip.

You know how people always say "I think I was assigned a talk about this mostly for myself"?  Well, I'm perfect so I don't think that at all.  I definitely haven't been feeling a little itchy-footed about anger and controlling emotions.  I definitely don't think I yell too much and talk softly too little.  For sure I'm not impatient.  When Elder Lynn G. Robbins said
"Anger is an uncivil attempt to make another feel guilty or a cruel way of trying to correct them. It is often mislabeled as discipline but is almost always counterproductive. Therefore the scriptural warning: “Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them,” and “fathers provoke not your children to anger, lest they be discouraged”
he wasn't talking to me.  At all.  

By the way, my sister said she's not mad at me.  But my parents gave her permission to hit me if she wants to.  And I quote (from an email):
You had mom and dad worried that you made me mad/upset so they were encouraging me to "beat you up" today, if I wanted :)  I don't know if I convinced them I was not upset at all, but I did point out that I can be even more effective in torturing you by torturing the kiddies...
You know what I learned from that?  Never mess with someone smarter than you, they always win.


Pam said…
Hey better you than me on the talk. I look forward to your uplifting message in the near future :)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways ....
Heather said…
Hee, hee. Snickered in all sympathy, of course.
Anonymous said…
Good thing your not stubborn, THAT would be a hard talk to give :)

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