this little story is so oft repeated in my family, that the term “broken dump truck” is somewhat iconic and is an instant trigger for laughter.
My annoying older brother had pushed me over the edge with his taunting. I wouldn’t take it any longer. I’d show him!
“You, you—you broken dump truck!” I forcefully yelled the unique insult.
I was angry. And I was five.
Thankfully, things have changed a bit since those days. For one, my vocabulary of insults now extends beyond the ones I come up with on the spot. Also, these days my brother and I—me in my teens and he in his twenties—tend towards playful teasing and poking rather than futile shouting matches.
However, it seems like some things never change. People still annoy me, and I still have the temptation to let my temper get the best of me. I think it’s just part of human nature that as we live together, we agitate each other. Even among more even-tempered people (which I freely admit I am not), confrontation will come about eventually. And when it does, we have to ask ourselves if we’re prepared to let go of a little pride in order to have peace. After all, no one likes being called a dump truck, broken or otherwise. Plus, a little patience goes a long way. Proverbs 15:1, “A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”