I got a poison pen letter the other day. Yes, an adult I barely know, took the time to write out a nasty letter full of what he thinks I was implying when I was speaking in front of my own family in my own home. He was sure it was all about him.
He was not in attendance of the event. I am not even sure how or why he secured a copy of an email not sent to him, outlining for others who had been unable to attend, the events of a very special day, that everyone in attendance enjoyed with love and compassion. He had to type the letter he sent, print it, put it in an envelope, stamp it, take it to the mailbox . . .all of those things took time. Nothing in him suggested he was about to make a complete ass of himself and that perhaps he might reconsider. Continue reading