...is about as far from the truth as you can get if you think about it. Yes, from the rock up side your head or the nightstick slammed over the top of it, you will experience considerable pain. If you believe the above quoted statement, words will not hurt you - you're in for a rude awakening. I must say it is my belief, that some of the words directed at me in my scurrilous life have hurt tenfold, a hundredfold more than any stick or stone, and unlike the pain from a physical wound which sooner or later in most cases goes away, the pain and hurt of a well-aimed word doesn't diminish, lingers throughout life taking on a life of its own...
To a friend of mine I had wronged I said one time, 'Even though I'm sorry for what I have done and you have said I am forgiven, I feel like I am no longer your friend,' to which he replied, 'You're NOT!' Rather he had punched me senseless to the ground; he walked away and when I see him nowadays instead of a fond embrace - a curt nod of the head...
Let's see here...hmmm, let me dig into my self-pitying bag of sentimental-semantical tricks and see what I can come up with here...hmmmmm...ah yes, here you go, 'ere's one for ya Mate: I'm seventeen or so at the time, my sister Linda's wedding. She's first-born, big day for Dad, giving his daughter away down the aisle, big reception, the whole thing, get the picture?
Enter Terry.
Enter Terry drunk at 17, hammered, drunk and out of control, reeling, staggering, acting the fool, kneeling on the floor and babbling drunkenly away and barfing and all manner of ungentlemanly behavior and at the end of this tirade, O I'll never forget it! - my Dear Old Dad took me aside and said with tears in his eyes and hurt and anger in his heart, my Father said to me, 'Terry, I just want you to know that you RUINED the best day of my life,' and walked away into the house...some words have the sting of a whip in the face…
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