As anyone who has read anything I have ever written or ever
heard me speak can surmise, I think that words matter.
I often tell the story from my college days of receiving a
nice thank you card from a young lady, a card signed, “Love, Carol.”It sent me for a loop. Because, you see, the
way I grew up, “love” was a word spoken or written to another person only with
the most earnest of intent and sincerity of heart. If you didn’t really mean it, you didn’t say it.
So I knew I was in trouble.