When our oldest son, Bill, was about
five years old, he often put us to shame
when it came to carpentry...and patience.
On a few occasions, dear old dad tried to
help his son complete a building project,
but it usually turned out that it is our son
who demonstrated the greater patience in
seeing the project through.
On more than on occasion, Bill hit his fingers
with his hammer, and the only sounds to come
from his lips were a sweet, "Whew, whew..."
"Tingling tart" may be appropriate in describing
some soft drinks, but those same words would
be uncomplimentary when referring to how we
occasionally control our tongues.
What a wonderful world this could be if in
moments of anger or frustration, the most
derogatory sounds to come from our adult
lips were the gentle utterances of "Whew, whew..."