Feathers

A famous story goes like this.

A girl has told rumours about many people to different many many people.
She then was asked to carry a bag full of feathers and place the feathers in front of everyone's door. Like the rumours she used to tell, she obediently place the feathers at all the doors.
She then was asked to collect all the feathers.
When she came back, all the feathers were already gone, swept by the air, passed from other door to other door, stuck to anyone's shoes and brought over to other town.

Just like rumours, or wrong perception. It gets to all people. By the time you knew that you have spread the lies, it was already too late. No professional damage control can be done. No more.

I am reminding myself to always check the source before spreading the rumours.