Sweeping the Chalkboard

The worst personal rejections come when those who meant so much to you show how little you meant to them.


Relationship neutron bomb—I survive but the friendship, memories, interest and good feelings don’t.


“How long have you known him?
“Fifteen years.”
“What’s the one thing we should know about him if we offer him the job?”
She lowered her head smiling. Pausing for a moment she then stared hard at the questioner and warned, “He doesn’t suffer fools gladly.”


At the precipice, my muscles and sinews struggled mightily to pull up the rope. With each slight pull, I felt a great weight at the end of the rope. With one last desperate pull of strength, I was able to reach the end of the rope. To my shock, there was no one, nothing attached. I had struggled desperately at great effort to save what I thought valuable, but it did not exist, it was imaginary.


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Her silence to my inquiry communicated nothing but told me everything.

EAB

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