I was throwing the ball for Gracie in the backyard...and from where I was standing, I kept getting closer and closer to a little garden angel. I thought, "I'd better change the direction that I'm throwing, or I'll break that little angel." Well, I didn't heed my own advice and, sure enough, knocked her wing right off. Just like words. We know we're going in the wrong direction sometimes with what we're saying, but we won't stop....and someone gets hurt. I can mend the little angel's wing, but it will never be quite the same again.