Today I was checking my personal messages, and for a moment I drifted off into territory I am trying to avoid. This was mainly because a friend had posted a link to a story about something that resonates with me. Something from my own personal experience. So I granted myself permission to read the article. It was about a failed adoption by a public figure. I don't know the figure. I don't know any of the details. I just know the story because it is written into my bones.
My friend had noted that she thought the comments were scary. And they were. They ranged from ignorant opinion, to mean spirited judgment, to well thought out drivel from people who have nothing but the thoughts inside their own head and no experience with the topic at hand.
The thing is this: There is nothing surprising about those comments. They are precisely what I would expect to see. They are precisely what I would have expected to write, if my life had not taken some of the twists it has taken. And it is a sobering lesson to me, with my strong opinions and flapping mouth. How many times have I opined on subjects of which I have no firsthand knowledge? How many times have I forced my well thought out opinions on someone whose heart is breaking? And how many times have I congratulated myself for doing my duty, being the voice of reason, providing support....when all I have been is a clanging cymbal in the ear of someone who needed quiet rest?