I started a tiny rumor. The thing grew bigger and bigger until it morphed into a colossus and next it spread like wildfire, engulfing everything in its destructive path. The rumor is not tiny anymore. The wildfire it spawned has run amok and is now arrantly out of control, and a pristine reputation has been destroyed in the process. The only residua left behind in this conflagration’s wake are scorched earth and massive regrets. All the result of just a tiny rumor which I was responsible for starting with no forethought as to what its exponential consequences might turn out to be…..
Fred's Soapbox 