I think of myself a duck.

    I even tell people I’m a duck. I try to ignore and forget the unkind things people say and without thinking. I like people. I like people a lot. I can see some good in everyone. And I treat people the way I would like to be treated. Still, some people say offal things to me some time. Still, by the next day, their bad words have rolled off my back (I’m a duck) and I’m bringing them bagels and cream cheese to lighten their day.

 

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