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.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Earning One's Worth
The judge on the radio was saying he wanted to earn as much as did the attorneys who appeared in his courtroom, as though money were the measure of one's significance. The reward for being a judge is being a judge. It is the same with other professions where money alone is the measure. Ballplayers do not measure their ability by how well they play, but by how well they are paid. Therapists rate their skill by stating what they charge. It is measuring being by a standard that does not apply.
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