I was sitting in the kitchen peeling potatoes when one of my Aunt's
walked into Grandmothers kitchen. Grandmother and Kathy were folding
bread dough so it would rise properly (no they never kneaded it, but
folded it). Aunt Lucy had a broken nose, black eyes and a broken arm.
Grandmother asked what happened. She responded that son or a *&^%
husband of mine came home drunk last night and beat me. I hate the
Ba****d.
Grandmother looked at he and responded. " Anyone or
anything you hate is not hurt by your hatred, so let go of it now, it
only harms you. If you feel afraid of what he might do, go your separate
ways but do not do so with a heart full of hate for anyone or anything.
Hatred causes cancer, madness and early and painful death for the one
holding it. It eats you alive starting with your stomach and your
ability to relate to to anyone or anything from that day on."
Grandmother 1956
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