Tact is one of the lost arts of the 20th century. I heard
about a man who lacked tact. He was the type of person who just couldn’t say
anything graciously.
He & his wife owned a poodle. They loved this dog. It
was the object of their affection.
The wife was to take a trip abroad & she made it to New
York on the first day. She called home & asked her husband, “How are
things?”
He said, “The dog’s dead!”
She was devastated. After collecting her thoughts, she
asked, “Why do you do that? Why can’t you be more tactful?”
He said, “Well, what do you want me to say? The dog died.”
She said, “Well, you can give it to me in stages. For
example, you could have said, ‘The dog went out on the roof.’ And then when I
travel to London the next day & call, you could tell me, ‘Honey, the dog
fell & had to be taken to the vet. In fact, he’s in the hospital, not doing
well.’ And finally, when I call you from Rome, ‘Honey, brace yourself. Our dog
died.’ I could handle that.”
The husband paused & said, “Oh, I see.”
Then she asked, “By the way, how’s Mother?”
He said, “She’s on the roof.”
- Michel LeBoeuf
(ministry127.com)
Pro 14:13 (GNB): "Laughter may hide sadness. When
happiness is gone, sorrow is always there."
"The Lord gives His people perpetual joy when they walk in obedience to Him." -
D.L. Moody.
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