A Way Out of the Room

Sometimes we need someone to help us out of the room.

When I was not even twelve, I recall storming into my bedroom and slamming the door. I was angry with something my father said.  At this point, it seems insignificant. Since doors were not slammed in my family, I realized quickly that I was in trouble. How was I ever going to get out of the room?

Several minutes passed and I was relieved that my mother knocked on my door, came in and gave me a way out. She helped me "save face" and leave the room. I could then "make peace" with my father and make amends for the outburst. 

Many of our conflicts today involve helping one or both sides find a way out of the "room" of their own making. Each of us just needs to remember what it was like for us, and not be afraid to help each other out.