My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Meetings
At most meetings there are people who validly point to difficulties inherent in a proposed project or activity. Even though they serve a purpose, they can be very disheartening. Just once we ought to act, even though it may be hard and even if we might be wrong. Who said things should be easy or that we had to be right all of the time?
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