Life has its ups and downs. Life has its moments of real juicy bits. It’s when we get weighed down by the juicy moments in the muck that we can define our true character.
What we need to learn as humanity is one person’s juicy, mucky moment is not something for us to talk about. ‘Not my story to tell’ is a phrase my wife loves to use and I have adopted it. It makes sense.
When someone is in the muck and the sinking sands, instead of gossiping and making a juicy story, we need to embrace them and help them through it. Is that world possible?