I
used to have a relative that was sarcastic, nasty and cruel. He always
seemed to know how to hurt you the deepest, and at the most delicate
moments. When you felt like everything else in your life was so
overwhelming, he knew just what to say to completely destroy what you
had left of your soul. It was like he had his own personal line to the
adversary. He never really knew how deep his cruelty
went. He would then laugh, and as the butt of his joke, you were
expected to laugh too, to show you were a good sport. Be careful of what
you do to others, because you never know how little they have left to
hold on to. His legacy continues with others he inspired. I learned
sarcasm from him. It took so much for me to quit, but I did years ago.
I look at him, and others like him as destroyers of souls.
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