Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Dear Lord,
you know I love big hair,
big songs,
and big generosity—
but I’d like my troubles
to stay small where they can.
In this glittering online honky‑tonk,
teach me how to sparkle
without getting swindled.
When someone shows up
with sweet words
and complicated links,
help me remember
that wisdom is prettier than any filter.
Guard my passwords
like the key to my songbook—
because once they’re gone,
the whole show is at risk.
Keep my bank, my name,
and my friends’ trust
out of the hands
of smooth‑talking strangers.
Help me use these platforms
the way I try to use my stage:
to lift people up,
to tell them they matter,
to share what I can
without expecting applause
for every little kindness.
to lift people up,
to tell them they matter,
to share what I can
without expecting applause
for every little kindness.
When gossip starts to swirl
and people tear each other down
for sport,
give me the grace
to bow out,
or say a gentle word
instead of a clever one.
And let my stewardship
of this big digital world
be like a good country song—
honest about the heartache,
rich with humor and hope,
and always leaning
toward love.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com (Legalshield and IDshield subscription information and applying for associate positions)
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