They say time heals all wounds

But were they referring to physical or emotional wounds?

Her voice still rings in my head, like those on the bell tower, ringing loud and concisely, making all in its surrounding aware that another hour of the day has passed. it wasn't the words I remember, not even half of anything she said, but it was that tone, that jeering smile, that attitude of pride and rebellion, and that display of strong objection, enough to cause a riot, that is deeply etched in memory.

I was scared. Of what I didn't actually know. All I knew was that while words were running through the air, my mind was in a mess. It was in utter shock and thoughts could not process. But after much though and consideration I realized that it was my team I was afraid of loosing, and especially people, whom I hate to disappoint. I thought I had their interest as heart. I thought every thing would go well. I’ve seen them train, I roughly know their standards. Feedback was even allowed. Come to think of it, it's true that one man's meat may be another man's poison.

Not a word of thanks, nor a courteous smile. I’d expected that. In fact, neither have I given either of the two away. Accusation would probably be just pot calling the kettle black. What happened in that 10 minutes, give or take, was an absolute oversight. An oversight that well, humans, myself inclusive, are all selfish and self righteous and are seldom meek and humble. I’ve only considered things from my point of view, and have only extended my listening ear to those who shared my view, a mistake, that ended up terribly costly.

They say actions speak louder than words, and I beg to differ. Actually, maybe its true since I’ve forgotten half or more that was said. Anyway, there was comment at dinner following the incident that the earful was overly traumatizing. I initially felt that the account was an overstatement of the incident, but like tap roots, emotions settled, and slowly grew deeper in, getting a grip over me with each centimeter it grows, till the point that sometimes I even quiver at the thought of it.

Fortunately I know that I’m in good hands, and the one whose hands I’m in have given me great friends whose shoulders I’m always able to depend on.

Does time really heal all wounds?
I’ll let time tell.