One hour and six minutes later: the sun rises over the left hand tower.
What is more important? Who does it or how it is done? I just listened to an interesting podcast from the Z man about this. (The name of the podcast episode: A sermon on the Who). Listen to the podcast and contemplate the questions.
I listened and here is one contemplation: Do I mix up names because I’m doing it wrong or who I am? I like to tell my students about how my father would always call me Ron, my brother’s name, when I would mix them up, That’s who I am. Yesterday’s sink overflowing incident. I have done that before in my life. And there have been many incidents in the past year when I have had the coffee cup overflow because I didn’t turn off the coffee machine. That’s who I am. I know of these tendencies and I try to check them. I tell myself before I leave the apartment to do a mental check of things I may have forgotten. But sometimes on a hustle and bustle day or moment, things slip my mind, still. And seeing so many personality types: I can’t help but notice, they are, what they are. Sometimes, hope they can change is futile. If they do, something has to click in their mind.
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