There is a myth that claims upon returning to their usual spot, (not knowing that the lake had been paved over) a flock of geese, thinking it was water, came crashing into the pavement and died. 

How do we know if nobody tells us? 

I think we have a tendency to do this with a lot of things. We smooth things over. Sugar coat them. Sweep them under rugs. Hide them under bushels. And I’m not certain why. I think, if we go through something, we have a responsibility to help others do the same. And this can only be done with the truth. And while you might think the truth is harsh, it’s actually an offering of a safe place to land.

Isn’t it their own fault? Didn’t they “V” their way right into their own demise. Yes. But haven’t we all been led astray from time to time? I know I have. And I have been greeted by the pavement of “I told you so,” and I have been welcomed by the forgiveness of “come in, you and your heart sit down.” 

Maybe it’s silly, (I guess I am that silly goose). But what if we did that for each other, simply offered a soft place to land?