Childish Behavior

Every morning, I have a routine of things I do when I'm on the computer. I check my mail, I read the news around the nation and the world, I go to a variety of websites to check up on different things. One site I go to constantly is the PHA site. I read the message boards at least 3 times a day. The people who post have sort of become my PH family. I will never meet any of them since they are all over the country, but I feel like they are people I care and prayer for every day since they have PH like I do.

So this morning, I started reading posts in regards to a post from a person who came back to the boards after a couple of years. I am vaguely familiar with her, but I don't know her past very much. All I do know is that she came back to PHA for support. And then I started reading one-lined comments from a particular person who apparently isn't at all thrilled that this person came back. The comments were rude and uncalled for, especially since this is a public board, and we all can see them. This in turn made other people call the rude person names, and vice versa. I was really disgusted!

I wrote a separate post of how disgusted and saddened I really was about the whole thing. We are all on the PH boards for one thing: support! None of us are there to be bashed for whatever remarks we make. We are not in grade school! We are supposed to be grown ups who should know better and should be treating each other with respect.

This is not to say that we all agree completely with each other. There are things that I have read that I don't agree with. There are people who have posted that they don't agree with something, but they are tactful about it. That is what I would have hoped the rude person would have done at least. Actually, she should have just kept her mouth shut!

All this leads to the old saying: If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all. I sure hope the "rude" person is able to do that after reading the uproar she caused on the boards!

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Lori @ Purple Snapdragons said…
Sometimes I swear we never really get out of high school. People can be so childish! You have such a huge heart and people like you make up for all the idiots of the world.
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