Many years ago, I volunteered at an orphanage. One day, one of the kids came to me, telling me his toy car had stopped running. The batteries had died, so I had to replace them. The problem: I couldn't find a screwdriver to open the battery compartment. So I tried to "MacGyver" it - I tried using a butter knife, a coin, and a paper clip. Nothing worked. After an hour of trying, I was ready to get a hammer and smash the darned thing open. But at that moment, the boy tugged at my sleeve and said: "Miss Alex, I found a screwdriver." I took the screwdriver. Less than a minute later, the toy car was working again, and everyone was happy. What's the moral of the story? Just this: Broken relationships are like broken toys. To fix them, you just need the right tools. M...
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