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A Word Rightly Spoken



 Tom was an insurance agent that has always wanted to write a novel.  So when the Naval Institute Press decided to start publishing fiction, he sent them a manuscript he had spent the last four months writing. They said if he would edit it down about a hundred paged they buy it. So Tom did that and his book was published. Its realism and the well-paced story was a hit with military and government types. It sold over 40,000 copies. Tom and the publishers were excited. He never expected to make anything off the book. Little did he know one fan was going to change that.

  This fan had received the book as a Christmas present and was asked what he was reading, he quickly told them all about the book. He said it was “unputdownable” and “my kind of yarn”. Well, people listened, I guess they do that when you are the president of the United States. After Ronald Regan gushed about the “Hunt for Red October”, sales went thru the roof eventually selling 100 million copies.

 Tom Clancy was an excellent writer but he might have still been selling insurance if someone hadn’t taken the time to promote his work.

 Right now social media is full of people complaining. We complain about the media and entertainment and politics. He spent all kinds of time bemoaning the things we don’t like.

 Why don’t we try to promote rather than complain?

 Instead of giving our words and attention to the things wrong in the world, tell folks about what is right. Share the good, not the bad. Lift up rather than tear down.  Endorse rather than criticize.

 You may not have the power of a president but good words spoken at the right time are valuable and can change the course of an individual life and our entire world. One positive comment can brighter a day, rebuild a broken heart, and push someone down the right path.

Don’t waste your words on negative things, use them to build up what is good!

Like apples of gold in settings of silver Is a word spoken in right circumstances.
Proverbs 25:11

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