Essay — Finding the Right Words

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My mother hardly ever said, “Please” or “Thank You,” no matter how many times a grandson or daughter-in-law called her on the omission. I put it down to the fact she liked to give orders that she expected to have carried out, no fanfare needed.

To this day, I always remember to say those three positive words.

If only I could voice other useful phrases so easily. However, my brain blanks when it comes to providing support and comfort to someone suffering a loss, or applause to a person in need of praise.

Which is why I’m trying to build up my kindness muscle.

Word cloud created by HL Carpenter at

Word cloud created by HL Carpenter at

In the near future, I hope to become a goof-proof verbal powerhouse capable of responding to most every event, congratulatory or compassionate, with an appropriate phrase such as:

“I’m sorry.”

“How can I help?”

“That’s awesome.”

“I’ll give you a hand.”

“What do you need?”

“That deserves a high five.”

I’m sure there are many more thoughtful expressions, and if you know of any please send them to me at Carpenter Country. As you can see, I’m striving to have the proper words roll off the tip of my tongue without a moment’s hesitation.

Meanwhile–Merci! Grazie! Danke!

And just plain thanks!


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