A Tale of Two Sisters

Becky and Marge were like peanut butter and jelly—often together, yet very different from each other. One morning Becky encouraged her older sister to attend the horse auction with her; Marge spat out a rude retort. Why would she want to go to something like that? Her face turning as red as raspberry jam, Becky managed to swallow her hurt feelings and give a sweet reply.

Which sister are we? Maybe it depends on the day, our mood, or the circumstance. The easy way is to let the Marge mindset monopolize our mouths. But may we strive for the beauty of Becky’s better way.