Pet Elephants

Okay. I’m going to go out on a limb here and not research this piece before I write or post it. Due to the holiday’s, work, and illness I haven’t made a blog post in a couple of weeks so, I’m desperate and still don’t really have time to do much needed research. A good edit will be about as good as it gets.
Elephants. Have you ever heard anyone make the statement “to address the elephant in the room?” it simply means that there is some kind of problem that exists that no one wants to address. Its big and everyone can see it, but no one wants to say it.
Elephants are generally peaceful creatures that are not prone to aggression unless provoked and this is usually the result of a stampeding heard that has been spooked. There is always someone who wants to spook the elephants or address the elephant in the room. If you are one of these people you should keep in mind that spiritually speaking, elephants represent peace so, try to take into consideration the repercussions of your actions when addressing elephants.

Salutation Pending 
Johnny R Draper 

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