Friday, October 27, 2017

Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. A beautiful sentiment that all parents teach their children. It is meant to show that words can roll off your back and you do not have to deal with them any more whereas a physical blow can leave an injury that needs to be cared for after the altercation is finished.

The truth is that we have all been deeply hurt by words. Maybe someone called you stupid or ugly when you were a child. If that was a person whose opinion of you mattered those words would cause great pain. Perhaps someone made fun of you and it seemed to catch on with other people until everyone was making fun of you. Torment. Often a misused word can bring a misgiving you have about yourself to light and exaggerate that into what you see as a serious flaw.

I have mentioned that my family did not have much money. My mother made a lot of our clothes. But there were families in town who spent a bit more on clothing than we did.

I can remember some of the women bringing huge boxes of clothes that their daughters could no longer use. They were expensive clothes and in practically new condition. I loved getting those clothes because they were so nice.

What did bother me was that when they delivered the boxes the women did not pay attention to what they were saying. Even at that age I knew they were trying to do a good deed; it was in fact a good deed. I not only liked the clothes they brought but I needed them too. They were nice people doing a nice thing.

The problem was that they almost invariably said, "I thought Emma could wear these. If they don't fit just throw them away." I always felt like they were saying that they were not good for anybody else but they were good enough for me.

I believe in hand-me-downs. There is no sense in throwing out perfectly good items because you cannot use them for whatever reason. But I make sure if I give something to someone else that I say, "If you cannot use them maybe you know someone who can."

Another example is tasteless jokes. I have to be honest and say that often they are funny. But they are funny at the expense of others.

I was at a conference. A bunch of us met at the hotel for drinks after the meetings had adjourned for the day. Several people were standing around telling jokes. Most of the jokes were tasteless. Of course I had to join them.

I told my favorite tasteless joke. They all laughed. But afterward a woman came to me and told me that one of the other women had left because of my joke. It touched a nerve with her and hurt her feelings. I felt terrible.

I went to her room and asked if I could speak to her. She did not want to talk but was gracious. I apologized to her and she was such a nice person that she accepted my apology. We hugged each other and I left. I have not told another tasteless joke since.
My mother was laughing one day. She had seen my niece arguing with a friend. They were little girls and Mom wanted to make sure the argument did not turn into blows. But it was an argument using words as weapons. Finally my niece screamed, "Well at least MY mother buys real gold jewelry!"

How much did it hurt the other girl? I do not know. I do know that the girls are still good friends 30 years later. If only that was the worst thing we could think of to hurl at someone when we are angry with them.

Mom also liked to tell about her days as a waitress when she was young. There was a young man who came in once a week like clockwork. In those days people were called retarded and she just assumed that was his affliction.

He always ordered allep pie meaning apple pie. Mom would serve him and speak to him for a few moments before moving on to her next customers.

One day a woman came in to thank everyone at the cafe for being so nice to him. The family had to institutionalize him and he would not be coming in any more.

Another time she saw customers sitting at the table who were being very animated while they talked. Their hands were going a mile a minute and they talked and talked.

When she went to the table to take their orders she decided to join in and waved her hands excitedly. To her chagrin she soon realized that there were people who could not hear at that table. They had been using sign language as well as spoken language to communicate.

I hope these examples demonstrate that things are not always as they seem. And especially that words have power. It is so easy to unintentionally hurt someone with a careless word. And all we need to do is think before we open our mouths. Think. Think.


  1. Agreed with each word you said Emma1

    when i was in my teens i was only one girl to got school along my cousins who were boys obviously and the other boys of village .
    i was little less girlsh ,according to our society in village specially in 80's girls must not talk to the boys and not go to even shcool .
    but i was going school but with really strict rules told by mom .
    my attitude towards boys was as they don't exist for me and may be it was not acceptable for them.

    when they got no lift from me by being friendly and helpful they started to make fun of me but even at that age i was at peace to hear their bad jokes and epithets about me because i knew that now i am successful to keep them away from me .

    1. To single out any person or group of people to make them feel "less than" is wrong. Often it is done with the best of intentions such as keeping one group isolated from another. How an we learn to exist together if we do not know each other?

  2. Oh some people an be so cruel. I was the only red head in my class at junior school. I was constantly teased till I ended up in tears!!! Take care Diane

    1. My mother-in-law would have loved you! She had red hair and always wanted a red-headed daughter. None of them were although two sons had red hair. When any of us had a baby the first thing she asked was, "What color hair does it have?" I am sorry you were teased. Look at all the people now with red hair and many of them work so hard to keep it red. You are lucky... your's is natural.

  3. It is so true, Emma, that we can wound with our words. It's perhaps done more often these days through social media which is another reason I stay away (other than blogging). As for hand-me-downs, I enjoy shopping at thrift stores both for myself and for things I send to others. I have found some very good items that deserved more usage. And, I have also donated items in good condition for others to re-use.

    1. Hand me downs are a wonderful way to recycle clothing. Social media allows a person to feel anonymous while trying to hurt another person. Too bad.

  4. Words can hurt.

    I would have loved those clothes growing up. We were so rough on clothes; my mom let us wear fairly rugged clothes at time.

    It is comical now. My dad made my brother wear jeans during one grading period. He wasn't allowed to wear his better clothes until he brought his grades up. Then a few years later, jeans were the style and are essentially the school uniform for kids today.

    1. I loved most of the clothes. They were much more expensive than my family could afford and were practically like new. And as I said I knew they were given in a generous way. It was simply careless wording that made me feel bad. They meant that they did not want them back because they could no longer use them. Even though their hearts were in the right place their words hurt my feelings. But there was some really nice clothes.

  5. Many words are not intendeded to hurt at the first place, but they just turn into a weapon because of negligence.

    1. Thank you for understanding what I was trying to say. They meant to do a good deed and they did. But I felt minimized because they did not pay attention to the way they said the words.

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