When you point a finger at someone, the rest of your hand’s gang of five are pointing back at you. To be up today and riding high in the saddle is to be down tomorrow without a saddle. It is possible to be so full of hate for others that you are consumed by it.

‘A soft answer turneth away wrath,’ the Bible tells us. Have you ever said harsh words to someone who answered you with a kind response? Often the anger melts away. An eye for an eye leaves us all blind.

There is nothing funny about someone dying. For their loved ones, a crisis has happened. Imagine being able to watch your acquaintances when you die and being shocked at their real thoughts about you.

Hate is a vessel that can not be filled. Kindness flows down like a waterfall.

Walk a mile in my shoes, the song implores. No one knows the thoughts, challenges, and hurts of another. They may be smiling on the outside and crying on the inside. Someone you do not care for may be battling depression and thoughts of suicide. They may feel unworthy or worthless or wonder if anyone would miss them if they were gone. They have built a wall around themselves for protection against intruders. When you knock on their door, they pretend not to be home. We all have a limit on the hurts we can absorb. The saying that sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never harm me is bunk. Words kill people.

As we climb the Waterfall, reach out for the hand of the one who is ahead of you and the one who is behind. The wet rocks are slippery, slick, treacherous. We need each other desperately.