Sometimes I feel bombarded by clouds of confusion that masquerade as communication. It happens on those morning talk shows where co-hosts engage each other or guests in trivialities with increasing volume. One speaks, the other interrupts to shift the focus, two or more people talking past each other. Sound bullets fly randomly through the airwaves, striking unknown listener targets.
I recall a live fire exercise during my army basic training. Walking through a field with loaded M-1 rifles (I know, I’m an old guy!) we were to fire at pop up targets when they appeared. On one occasion a guy behind me fired without a clear view of the target. I actually heard the bullet whiz past my helmet. The training sergeant chewed him out and a moment of confusion became an occasion for clarification.
Sometimes our words are like that bullet, flying right past someone’s ear. Words aimed for…
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