The Squeaky Wheel Gets the Oil
Old wagons, carts, and carriages remind us that the squeaky wheel gets the oil (or grease). Their rides equal hours of fun — if the wheels work well.
However, when a wheel starts to squeak, it stands out from the others. It differs, but not in a good way. It:
- Irritates
- Angers
- Makes us wish it would stop
A squeaky wheel demands attention.
No one likes that constant noise. It gets on our nerves, so we give it the attention it demands. We oil (or grease) it.
The person who complains the loudest and longest also gets the most attention.
Yet, choose carefully when to squeak and when to stay quiet.
Several situations compel us to speak up.
We should voice our concerns about:
- Abuse or neglect
- Serious consumer complaints
- Obvious needs we can help
Yet, noise about everything all the time makes people avoid us.
Remember, silence can be golden. If we constantly fly off the handle, we harm ourselves as well as others.
A word to the wise: Speak up when we should make noise. Shut up when we need peace and quiet.
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute” (Proverbs 31:8 NIV).
Thanks to Phyllis Patton for the suggestion.
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