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Dreams of a future self
Did you ever have the feeling that everyone can see what’s going on except you? Even if you stopped to ask them, would you listen? I had invested six months in this project. It was almost done, but my heart just wasn’t in it anymore. My energies were flowing in a totally different direction. My…
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Just answer the damn question!
There are certain pivotal moments in our life when the possibility of a dream coming true presents itself. It would be so much easier to fully realize the significance of these particular moments if certain signs or signals were also provided. For instance, the sound of celestial music, a heavenly light illuminating the scene, my…
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It’s what you put into your mind that matters most
We had just parked the car and were walking towards the entrance to the mall. My daughter, age 7, is riding on my shoulders. A seagull, flying overhead, relieved himself depositing a large load of poop right on top of my head. My daughter, being a first-hand witness to this very disagreeable event, scrambled to…
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Do clothes really make the person?
How do you measure the worth of a person? An economic indicator might be net-worth, the monetary value of assets minus liabilities. Or it might be found in their credit score or the size of their house or bank account. Perhaps it can be determined by age, the younger person having greater opportunity to contribute…
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I think best when I’m not thinking
I think best when I’m not thinking. That was the essence of what she said to me. For the past few days my wife and I had been discussing a decision we needed to make about our work together. We’d covered all the facts and figures. Now we simply needed to decide, yes or no.…
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One big unreasonable family
“Why can’t she …” was the beginning of a question I’d heard from my wife a million times or more since we’ve been married. I always try to provide a creative answer which, this day, was “why can’t you just accept that leopards have spots?” My wife is a bit of an idealist. She thinks…
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Relationship is a dirty word
The year was 1979, my final year of college. Three of us had been accepted into an internship program with an institute for the psychologically impaired. We were given a tour on our first day, after which we were to choose which area we would work in. One building housed beings so physically deformed that…