A young man showed up to his date’s house and told her they were going to have “an awesome time” that evening.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“I got three tickets to a concert.”
“Why would we need three tickets?” his date asked.
“The tickets are for your parents and sister.”
My sister and I are close, and that allows us to be honest with each other. One evening as I prepared for a date, I remarked, "I'm fat."
"No, you're not," she scolded.
"My hair is awful," I said.
"It's lovely," she encouraged.
"I've never looked worse," I whined.
And she said, "Trust me sis, yes you have."
My second-grade student came running up to me, whining. “Look what Robert stuck on my back!"
It was a sticky note with the words “Kick me, I’m stupid” written on it.
I took Robert aside and lectured him on how to treat people with kindness and the importance of being polite and encouraging.
A few minute later, I heard, “Look what Robert stuck on my back!”
It was that first little boy, holding another sticky note.
This one said, “Kick me, I’m smart.”