Sometimes, I don’t ask. What is right and proper? I just do.
Forge ahead. Instinctively. And not worry. About what is right and proper. As
long as I’m not hurting anyone. But then I discover. That I hurt someone.
Unintentionally. With words. That’s the danger. Of being free. And forthright.
A participant. In life. Some people hurt. Easily. Take offense. Misconstrue. It’s
unavoidable. People choose. To feel hurt. Almost over anything. --Jim Broede
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