The other day I was walking down the road when I saw this little kid skipping rocks out into the lake. I started thinking about those poor rocks.
One moments they’re sitting there in the sun, all warm and rocky, then the next they’re flying through the air and then suddenly sinking into the cold, dark, depths of the lake.
Before I knew what was happening an intense, burning anger overcame me. I said “Hey little kid, how would you like it if I picked you up and tossed you out into the cold lake?”
Tears welled up in his little kid eyes and he kind of whimpered back “I’m sorry, but I wouldnt like it at all sir”.
And you know what? I believed him.
And it turns out the little shit was right. He cried the whole time he was in the air, but as he sank I bet he was thinking “I’ll tell those rocks I’m sorry when I get to the bottom”.