I read the comments on a person's writing work about a month ago. I accept constructive criticism and do appreciate any feedback though when a person is being overly critical I may not see what that person is really trying to convey. A person was being very critical almost on the side of being very mean towards the person and work that I read. Another person posted a comment I thought was a great piece of advice. The advice works in real life as well as leaving comments for people because their is a fine line between helping and hurting, between regretting what you have said and what you didn't say. There are 3 questions that I am know asking myself:

1.) Is it truthful?
2.) Is it helpful?
3.) Is it kind?

I also try to differentiate between it being the truth and truthful, or full of truth, not just my truth as well as helpful, or full of help. I understand some truths and some help hurt though they are meant out of kindness. These are just my thoughts for the day.

"I miss you so much," she remembers the softness of his voice as she grabs a pot of coffee. Faith is a waitress at a midnight diner on the corner of Main and Lexington. She is Demolition Debbie on Saturday. Most of the locals picture her in a bathing suit and a checkered flag, most of the truckers remember her as a cute smile. All the busboys call her Mom. Syd is tattoos, white t-shirt, blue jeans, jean jacket and a short order cook. Demolition Debbie calls him Demolition Daddy on Saturdays. They both love their son Kyle. Kyle was a bus boy at the midnight diner at the corner of Main and Lex. Kyle loved bottles in brown paper bags and hand rolled cigarettes. Faith and Syd love each other on the weekends and try to make a living most days. Kyle died about 1982 or so, huffing gold paint out of a Kentucky Fried Chicken bag. On Sundays after church, they visit his marker, Syd says, "I miss you so much."