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