Dear Terrible Intentions, I’ve seen it played out in a myriad of conversations but it keeps playing out in my mind, namely, instead of giving people the benefit of the doubt when it comes to their vocal intentions, I assume that there conversation directed toward me carries with it the worst of intentions. Terrible intentions, I wish you would vanish like the light that steps aside in this cold, dark December. Yet, I know that assuming the worst of people only gives me freedom to feel better about myself and worse about them, because they are the one with the terrible intentions. Why do I do this? Could it be from a lack of really listening on my part? Yes, it could be. But, the more insidious part about this, terrible intentions, is that in ascribing the worst possible intentions to my conversation partner, I never allow myself to hear the beautiful truths of others, the praises and joys of their words. Might I add to this that the gr...