When I first moved to my current neighborhood, I went for a walk that took me to another neighborhood about a mile away. As I was walking through, a small dog on a leash held by a young kid came up to me and bit my pant leg. This kid was uninterested or unable to control his dog. Luckily, the bite only tore my pant leg and not any skin, but did leave me shaken. I have never walked in that neighborhood again because I am scared of running into this kid and his dog. My<em> feelings have dictated my actions.</em>

There's saying attributed to that goes:

People will never forget how you make them feel.

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