A woman named Belle went to lunch with a friend the conversation soon turned to the gossip that was going on in their small town. Belle's told her friend of another woman who's husband was cheating on her doing the most shameful things. Belle made sure to tell her friend make sure you don't tell anyone else but they both continued talking and having a chuckle because they were so sure that could never happen with their husbands. The two friends parted after lunch Belle told no one else but as for her friend she could not say the same. The gossip soon reached the mans wife and the family was soon after torn apart with the whole town watching.
Belle feeling terrible about what she herself had caused went to her priest to confess
"forgive me father for I have sinned I have caused another pain by gossiping with another"
the father's reply was "I want you to go home take a pillow and a knife go to the top of your building"
before the priest could finish his instructions Belle cut in "What! Why? What do you want me to do with that"
The priest patienly waited and said "I want you to take the knife and cut the pillow in half once you have done that return and speak with me"
Not understanding fully why she must do this Belle held her tongue and went home to follow the priest instructions. Reluctantly she took a pillow off her bed a knife from the kitchen and took the stairs up to the roof. Thinking "This is crazy" she slowly lifted the knife and cut the pillow. Not really seeing the point Belle returned to the priest "Father I have done what you asked"
the priest asked "What did you see when you cut the pillow"
"Well feathers of course" Belle stated in a matter of fact tone of voice.
The priest still being patient said "Okay then my child now I would like you to go collect every single feather that spilled out from your pillow"
Belle's face all a screw quickly replied "Well how on earth can i do that the wind has blown them all away"
The priest smiling said "Exactly neither can you take back the unkind words of gossip but you can remember the how fast the feathers spread and as soon as they were loosed you could never get them all back"
the priest continued on "Now my child you may go you have learned your lesson but you must never forget the feathers"
As she had sat and listened a tear had slide down her cheek for she finally understood what had seemed so silly in the beginning all made perfect sense now. She could not control he fact that the woman's husband was cheating but she could control what she did with the information. Although she could not change the way this had worked out she from now on would remember the feathers.
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