Good evening. I listened recently to a talk about children who are being cared for by The State. They live in what might be described as a State Institution.

It is there because for various, their family is not going to. In almost every case they love their family(in spite of everything), but because of difficulties that have occurred, their family is what might be described as unable. The State makes what might be maligned as the appropriate assessment, and, in suitable cases, takes them into its care!

One way or another, these children soon suffer what might be decried as an emotional handicap. They find it . . . that is to say, it is very . . . um, when they try to er . . . .(fast) they only know a few words.

With this disability, a life and growth which nourishes adequacy soon passes them by, whilst other people become adept at the manipulation of words, and are able to think for themselves, even today.

The point of significance which interests us here is that (increasing anger) words are all too often taken for granted. Over and over, repeatedly, time and again, I have watched the influence of words in what might be contrived as a crisis situation. Frequently-under-pressure people will use spleed expletives, which my mother used to call swearwords. The effect of these bloody words is coarse and negative, creating an atmosphere of mangy indless petulance, destroying c c confidency and efficient.

The words of the late Effing Byfunkle, on what might be connived as the other hand, stimulate positive responses that lead to multi-paddling experiences.

So that the words we use effect the paddling of others.

All of yuz are what yuz are irresponse to the paddling of others!