Self improvement: Turn Down the Rheostat
I woke up one morning with a terrible sore throat that got worse
as the day went on, instead of better, as I had hoped. By the
time I realized it was a true case of laryngitis, and all I
could do was croak, it was too late to cancel the Cub Scouts who
were due at my house right after school. I wondered how I would
manage when I could only whisper, and then I discovered the
miracle. Those squirming, busy, full-of-energy exuberant
8-year-olds hung on every word I said when it was whispered.
Instead of having the usual management problems I did when I
raised my voice with commands or laments, things went very
smoothly. My voice must