Many of us remember some compliments almost word for word, or we have held onto thoughtful messages sent to us. Kind words are a precious commodity in today's society where even family members go on national television to trash one another, and holding nothing back seems to be acceptable conduct. The old adage, "sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never harm me," is not true.
I have kept kind notes and letters from friends, family members and strangers. Messages from my late husband are especially dear.
The Rev. Charles Swindall had a tough childhood. There was no father in his home when he was a youngster, and his mother worked at various low-paying jobs to keep the family together. Because there was no money for a baby-sitter, his mother put him into first grade when he was only 5 — an immature 5. The nationally known evangelist said he remembers very little of that tough first year in school, but one comment has stuck with him, which he overheard his teacher make to another teacher: "I sure like that Charles Swindall."