It would have been a silly sight, quite ludicrousif anyone had seen her, woman in her fifties pretzeled
on the bed complete with readers trying hard to find
the tiny, tiny splinter in her foot. But she was old enough to know that sometimes tiny problems grow
to be disasters, if they're left to fester, swept
beneath the rugs of life, ignored until
the foot must be cut off.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
A friend and I discussed this very morning how unhealthy it is to hold onto grudges, and later, I discovered the splinter, which called to mind the previous conversation.
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