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		By: Alissa		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nice post.  It&#039;s amazing how long negative stuff says with us, and how hard it is to hold on to the good stuff.  I received a very disparaging comment from the father of a kid I babysat for when I was 16.  That comment made me feel completely inadequate, and like I&#039;d never succeed at anything.  To this day - nearly 30 years later - that comment pops into my head and I have to fight it to keep me from feeling like I can&#039;t do something.

I have a whole collection of these kinds of comments.  And the vast majority of them were people just tossing off a thoughtless comment, not meaning to be hurtful in any way.  Although I think that makes them more hurtful - at least if someone&#039;s being deliberately malicious, you can blame the comment on the meanness of the person.

If only peoples&#039; words were as easy to burn as chametz.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice post.  It&#8217;s amazing how long negative stuff says with us, and how hard it is to hold on to the good stuff.  I received a very disparaging comment from the father of a kid I babysat for when I was 16.  That comment made me feel completely inadequate, and like I&#8217;d never succeed at anything.  To this day &#8211; nearly 30 years later &#8211; that comment pops into my head and I have to fight it to keep me from feeling like I can&#8217;t do something.</p>
<p>I have a whole collection of these kinds of comments.  And the vast majority of them were people just tossing off a thoughtless comment, not meaning to be hurtful in any way.  Although I think that makes them more hurtful &#8211; at least if someone&#8217;s being deliberately malicious, you can blame the comment on the meanness of the person.</p>
<p>If only peoples&#8217; words were as easy to burn as chametz.</p>
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