Living with 2 older brothers there was always a saying growing up that when someone upset you, you gave them a taste of their own medicine. That never seemed to work for me though, I’m not the “get even” type of person. 

I’ve always thought to myself its better to give them a taste of my own medicine.

If they  lied, my medicine was honesty.

If they played with my emotions, my medicine was maturity.

If they broke me, my medicine was healing. 

If they made me cry, my medicine was joy.

These remedies did not cure any situation immediately, but they eventually worked. And they lasted. 


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