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Sharon arose each morning before sunrise to get her children to school on time. “Why do you give me fruit for breakfast?” complained 9 year old John. “I want Pop Tarts!” “Fruit is healthier for you,”Sharon explained. “I wish Mrs. Roberts was my mom”, he mumbled. “She gives her kids PopTarts.” Chip.
The first to arrive at the office each morning, Sharon straightened out her desk in preparation for the day’s upcoming tasks. Her coworkers arrived, criticizing her choice of bagels for the upcoming meeting. “Why aren’t there aren’t any Danish?” someone complained. It’s not even my responsibility to pick up breakfast, she thought. They never appreciate my efforts. Chip.
At lunchtime, she called her elderly father to see how he was feeling. “Are you coming by to see me today?” he asked. “I have to work, Dad. I’ll be there on the weekend.” “A good daughter would stop by every day,” he whined. Chip.
Later that day, a coworker confided in her that her husband was having an affair. “You are a strong woman,” Sharon reassured her. “I know you’ll get through this and be fine.” “Why do you always have to be so positive?” the co worker snapped. “Not everything has a happy ending, you know!” She stormed out of Sharon’s office. Chip.
On her way home from work, she stopped by the salon for a quick haircut. A substitute hairdresser, filling in for her regular stylist, commented on her choice of style. “You shouldn’t wear your hair in a ponytail. It’s outdated. You should let me cut it short and perm it. It would make you look much younger,” she declared. Sharon liked her ponytail. Chip.
As she pulled in her driveway, she was happy to be home. Eager to see her husband, she began fixing dinner. The front door opened. As she approached him for a kiss, he turned away. “Did you pick up my blue suit from the cleaners like I asked?” They were closed by the time Sharon left work. “I’ll get it tomorrow. You don’t need your suit until the weekend.” “I told you I wanted it today! I knew you wouldn’t get it right!” he snapped. Chip.
Sharon stood quietly for a moment, then silently went into the spare bedroom and closed the door behind her. No one ever saw her again.
MicroChips: each one seemingly trivial; each insignificant to the one expressing it; yet collectively, of great relevance to the one hearing them. How insensitively we treat one another, erroneously believing our actions are negligible when in reality each one chips away at a person’s self worth. Collectively, every small hurtful act can have devastating consequences. Sensitivity for the feelings of others prevents MicroChips.
Copyright 2011, Janet Pfeiffer, Profound Awareness Newsletter, Oct. 18, 2011 www.PfeifferPowerSeminars.com ~ www.FromGodWithLove.net
Tags: anger, bullying, workplace bullying