I have spent a lot of time this week thinking about the harsh manner we can sometimes speak to one another. This story struck me as one small move in the opposite direction.
My 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Leddy, had us students do something that I have never forgotten. She called it a “car wash.” Every week one of us would be the “car,” and the other students would form two lines in front of the car. One by one, zigzagging from one side to the other, the car would go to each person in the “wash” line, and that person would whisper into the “car’s” ear something good about them – something that the speaker liked, respected, appreciated or admired about them.