(September 4, 2014 at 9:01 pm)Thumpalumpacus Wrote: When my son was seven, I caught him writing the word "fuck" in chalk on the sidewalk in front of our apartment. This was obviously bad behavior. Now, I could have thrown him into the oven set at 475F for eternity -- or until my gas bill got too high -- but I instead chose to have him scrub the sidewalk, restricted him to his room for three hours, and made him apologize to our neighbors in the apartment complex.
What is the lesson you draw from this parable?
Did you have to bleed him or sacrifice his pets in order to forgive him? Gotta have blood on your hands if you're gonna truly love someone and forgive them!
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