Blessings crown the head of the righteous, but violence overwhelms the mouth of the wicked … The wise in heart accept commands, but a chattering fool comes to ruin … Whoever winks maliciously causes grief, and a chattering fool comes to ruin. The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, but the mouth of the wicked conceals violence. Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs. Wisdom is found on the lips of the discerning, but a rod is for the back of one who has no sense. The wise store up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool invites ruin … Whoever conceals hatred with lying lips and spreads slander is a fool. Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues. The tongue of the righteous is choice silver, but the heart of the wicked is of little value. The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of sense … A fool finds pleasure in wicked schemes, but a person of understanding delights in wisdom … From the mouth of the righteous comes the fruit of wisdom, but a perverse tongue will be silenced … The lips of the righteous know what finds favor, but the mouth of the wicked only what is perverse. Proverbs 10:6, 8, 10-14, 18-21, 23, 31-32
The “Altos da Boa Vista” Condominium was, on the surface, a peaceful place. But beneath the facade of well-tended gardens, hatred, like an invisible leak, was beginning to stir up strife. And at the center of it all were two men: Otávio, the new building manager, and Gilberto, the resident of 503, a man whose mouth was a storm waiting to happen.
Gilberto was a master of veiled malice. To him, sowing discord was a form of entertainment. He concealed his hatred with flattering lips, approaching his neighbors with a feigned concern.
“Did you see the amount of Otávio’s new budget? It is absurd! Who knows where all that money is going…” he would whisper in the elevator, winking maliciously, planting the seed of mistrust. He had foolish lips, and every word he spoke was another shovel digging at the ruin of the building’s harmony.
Otávio, a retired engineer who took the position out of a genuine desire to serve, soon felt the impact. People would stop him in the hallways with veiled accusations based on Gilberto’s half-truths. He could have reacted with anger, but he was a wise man. He accepted the criticism, even when it was unjust.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” he would respond calmly. “I will prepare a detailed report of every expense and present it at the next meeting. Transparency is the best policy.”
Otávio’s mouth was a spring of life. Where Gilberto threw gasoline, Otávio brought the water of sensibility. He knew that in a multitude of words, sin is not lacking, so he measured every announcement, every response. His lips, like those of the righteous, knew what was pleasing: the truth spoken with respect. He began to hold open monthly meetings, not just to present the accounts, but to listen.
“What can we improve together?” he would ask, treasuring the knowledge that came from the residents’ experience.
Gilberto’s smear campaign intensified. He created a WhatsApp group called “Watching the Manager,” which quickly became a digital inquisition, a source of imminent destruction for Otávio’s reputation. Gilberto would post photos of a burnt-out lightbulb in the hallway as proof of “negligence,” interpreting every one of Otávio’s decisions as an act of tyranny or corruption.
The situation reached a critical point when a main pipe burst in the garage in the middle of the night, flooding several cars. It was chaos. Otávio was woken up at 3:00 AM and, within minutes, was already there, in rubber boots, coordinating the maintenance team, calming down desperate residents.
Gilberto, from his apartment, watched the scene from his window. And his amusement was cruel. He began to film, to send audio messages to the group.
“Look at this disaster! It is incompetence personified! Years of paying condo fees for this! Where is the preventive maintenance money he promised?”
However, the crisis that should have been Otávio’s ruin became his redemption. While Gilberto’s mouth spouted criticism, Otávio’s mouth produced practical wisdom. He organized a rotation of parking spots for the cars that were not hit. Through a contact, he managed to get a discount with a repair shop. Within forty-eight hours, the situation was under control.
At the emergency meeting called the following week, the hall was packed, the tension palpable. Gilberto stood up, ready for his accusatory speech. But before he could speak, Matilda, a lady who had lived in the building for many years, asked for the floor.
“I just wanted to thank Otávio,” she said, her voice firm. “In the midst of chaos, he brought us calm. In the midst of confusion, he brought us solutions. For months, we have heard many words that only served to set us against each other. But when things got tough, we saw that the words that truly matter are the ones that build, not the ones that destroy.”
One by one, other residents began to agree. The people who had been poisoned by Gilberto’s mistrust now saw the truth. He was caught by surprise, tried to argue, but his words now sounded empty, hollow. He fell, not from an attack, but from the weight of his own foolishness.
Humiliated, Gilberto fell silent. That day, the community began to heal. They learned to discern between the noise of confusion and the voice of wisdom. And Otávio, the man whose words were precious, continued his work, proving that a spring of life can, eventually, extinguish any fire a fool’s mouth tries to start.
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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom
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