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Kindness is not Weakness

Why do folk mistake kindness for weakness?  When one recognizes that her act(s) of kindness has been mistaken for weakness, or taken for granted, she questions if she is caught up in pleasing other people at the expense of her spirit.  It may not be easy but practice saying ‘NO’ to the abusing other.  Say it as an exercise—no, I don’t think so, No, NO. NO!  Okay, it’s not what other people think about us it’s how we Love our spirit.  
--Ramblin in the New Year

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