When I was younger, I couldn’t hold my tongue. If I got in trouble, it was usually because I said something I shouldn’t have. I remember clearly the night in our kitchen in PA, when my dad said, “Are you trying to make a fool out of me?” I said, “Nature beat me to it.” That didn’t go over so well.
I’ve learned. I’ve learned to the point where I have honed my listening skills, and I don’t say much at all except when it is clearly my turn. (I fully acknowledge that in my role, it’s my turn a lot.)
I’ve felt obligated to comment on the current political climate. Yet, when I have tried, I have found myself reverting to the 17 year-old version of myself, the version who has plenty of funny things to say, none of them constructive.
So tonight, I offer this. Read it. He says what I think, but cannot say.
What would you say?