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.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
What Can We Expect
If people become ineffective because we have treated them as though they were, if they are as needy as we said they would be, is it fair to be angry at them for the poverty of thought, action, and spirit we predicted? When our inclination to care as we so far has ended, what -- besides angry words -- can we offer? We fulfilled our need to help, but how much did it do for anyone else?
Labels:
expectations,
needs,
questions
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