I have invested far too many hours, this weekend, trying to sort out a communication mess. A member of a volunteer board, on which I serve, has, effectively punched the rest of us in the head.
We probably deserve it.
There are sins of commission and sins of omission. Both forms are present on both sides of this particular communication mess.
The sin commtted is that of working up a good sense of outrage, sending off the e-mail equivalent of a nuclear attack on the entire world, and sitting back to watch the explosion
I confess. In my younger, stupider days, I committed that very sin, myself, though on a smaller scale (and using cleaner, crisper, clearer language). I loved being outraged and articulate about it. Later, I became a journalist, and was paid to commit that sin.
In the situation this group faces, today, it's the sins of omission that are more disturbing.