Many moons ago there was a young man full of potential, but that potential was thwarted by the drunkenness of his body and the wickedness of his tongue. His tongue was the spark that ignited many fires, fires that burned many bridges, bridges that would carry him over the stumbling blocks that those in the world set in place before his arrival, and without those bridges, I had to take the long road around……
“Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.”
Take the road less traveled…….