“All, my 77 yrs.,I have used that word . It’s probably been over-used . I think the first time I , heard it , was in kindergarten. I was moving my ink- well, on the other side of my desk, because I am left- handed. The teacher, pointed and said be careful you don’t spill ink on your lovely, dress . Huh? What does that mean? careful, her, face screwed up , you mean you have never , heard that word before ? Nope, I said , her response was does your family live in a cave? I gave her a puzzled look , never mind . This can be a teachable moment. What do you say at your house, say one of your family , going to cross the street? oh, that’s easy I yell look-out for cars. She, laughed and told me what the meant. I never forgot and as I obeyed that word, me and members of my family were saved from many fate’s that might befall, us. Many times tho that word went unheeded. Like the times I told a boyfriend , my heart is fragile, please, be careful and not break it. “