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I only feel it appropriate to start by sharing a poem that has always made an impact upon my life and the way I see things:
The Objection To Being Stepped On By: Robert Frost
At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn’t to blame But I called it a name. And I must say it dealt Me a blow that I felt Like a malice prepense. You may call me a fool, But was there a rule The weapon should be Turned into a tool? And what do we see? The first tool I step on Turned into a weapon.
I guess it tends to serve a as reminder for me:
The impact that I have on others cannot be predicted; but it will remain indelible.