bite your tongue

When I was a junior or senior in high school and playing Varsity girls basketball, I found myself in a situation that took complete hold of my emotions. While I don't recall the score or outcome of the game that night, I do remember the other coach, a grown man, insulting my teammate and tearing her down. I overheard him telling his own girls that our point guard was worthless and slow because of her weight. Nice.

I was so infuriated by this person's actions that I proceeded to march over to the opponent's bench after the game and give the coach a piece of my mind, telling him that I didn't appreciate those horrible comments about my teammate. He was hurtful, so hurtful, and I wanted him to know that his words would have repercussions with me!

Seconds later, my own coach arrived to my verbal confrontation and that's where it ended. But even today, I am finding myself in a similar situation. Someone I love has just been hurt immensely, and I'd like to say a thing or two. But unfortunately it's not my place. Instead I'll have to look on as an outsider, and grab some gauze for my bleeding tongue.