Three Types of People...

A week or two ago, I was sitting in my back yard when some visitors were over and I overheard a conversation they had where one guy was thanking another for an email sent some time back.

Apparently, the email discussed three types of people that you find yourself working with: those that truly support you and help both of you succeed, those that say they are against you from the very beginning, and those that swear up and down that they support you and always make sure to tell you such. You are supposed to keep two of them close and hold another away from you. Can you guess which one?

If you picked the one who says he is against you to hold at arm's length, you are wrong because at least you know where they stand. The correct answer is the person who always talks about having your back. In reality, they will be the first to betray you.

I spent the last 24 hours looking online for something written about this, so I could relay the exact wording, but I couldn't find anything. The closest I came was calling this third person a "flatterer" and said that the reason they will bring your downfall is because their flattering will give us a big ego. Regardless, we can call these brown-nosers dangerous because the end is always the same: devastation.

So, I'm in a situation right now where one of my former "supporters" has decided to wage war against me. He is taking events too personally and is actually plotting to overthrow me. The funny thing is that the people he thinks are his supporters are actually against him and he will fall on his face. He's not the first to try something like this and fail and, unfortunately, will likely not be the last. Satan likes to use situations like these to destroy our testimonies and our credibility and it is up to us to stand above reproach so those around us are unable to believe the accusations.

You know, for some reason, this reminds me of something that happened in an episode of Star Trek. (Right about now, your geek-dar is blaring loudly.) The great Klingon warrior, Kahless, told a story about a fierce storm that was coming. As the entire city closed their windows and doors to brace the winds and rain, a lone warrior stood outside, unmoved. Kahless went out and begged the warrior to come into safety, but he puffed out his chest and proclaimed that he was a great warrior and not afraid of the wind. And so, the next morning, after the storm had passed, the city began looking for the warrior, but there was no trace of him.

The moral of the story: do not fight the wind. I am the wind and I am not a pushover, as many have mistaken me for. Fight me... fight me and you will perish.


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