When I was 16 or 17, I was told by my relative that I am feeble minded just
because of a simple mistake. Up to now, every time that I made a mistake,
what I will think is, “Maybe my relative is right.”
Words are really like swords. We should be careful of what we say. So much is happening and the least that we can do is to be nice. That is why I choose to practice gratitude. Because I know what it felt to be treated bad and I don’t want others to experience that horrible situation.
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