True Story by Debbie Taylor Cooke
Someone who I am honored to call a friend
The other day I was out walking when I was approached by a familiar face. His mom, brother and a friend where in the distance. I had seen and spoken to all of them many times. I knew he looked annoyed, but I figured I would ignore it. He started voicing his unhappiness until he sounded violent. His family and friend heard him and they ran over and started getting really mad and violent also. His mother is usually the nicest lady, but she figured if her son was upset that she should be upset also. I did not understand their anger and I tried to walk on. They all started grabbing at me to get my attention and I slipped. They got even angrier and grabbed at by coat and legs, ripping my coat. I am a person that doesn't believe in fighting, but knew I had to get up and away. I had a bag with a box in my hand and started swinging it at them to get them to leave me alone and called for help. They backed off ......when their owner my friend came out and they all calmed down immediately . They are dogs. How many times do we do the same thing? Getting upset without even knowing why, following a crowd or friends. Getting caught up in others fear, to the point we could do and say what is not in our human nature. Think before we lash out at others whether it is a political party, or someone else's drama. I am lucky that it only took a kind voice to shift the situation I was in, and bring everyone back to the moment. The next time you hear someone in anger, maybe your voice is the voice to bring them back into the moment. The moment to feel compassion.
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