Somebody looked at a teeny, tiny piece of me and decided….I’m heartless?
There was a time when I would have taken the comment to heart. Feeling bad, my thoughts might have stewed for days.
What have you done this time, Gail?
That was before I understood Fragments.
So here’s what happened…..
Somebody wrote a satirical piece about frivolous lawsuits and I responded:
I’ve eaten pounds of Cheezits over the years! And I might have spilled hot coffee from a drive thru on my lap once.
What I said must have triggered a feeling in the woman who responded with, “Have a heart.”
Hmmm….Why did I poke fun at he McDonald’s case? I wondered. And, why did the responder feel different?
She and I have had lifetimes of different inputs.
For my part, I can say that I have a long, deep history of personal responsibility. If I suffered coffee burns from mishandling a cup, suing the coffee vendor would never cross my mind.
I tried for some I and Thou by sending a reply, but my responder disappeared into the online mists of disconnection.
I guess I’ll never know about the fragments that led to her opinion.
I didn’t take her words “to heart”.
She felt, she thought, she acted.
I held my feelings up to the light, thought and acted—without perseverating too much.
Now that I understand fragmented thinking, the comment raised curiosity instead of shame.