Yesterday I played golf. While I played I was thinking about a message I got from a teacher I know and love who relayed the terrible news that one of her students was killed in a car crash. She had to face grieving students, while dealing with her own grief, as I played golf. I didn't feel guilty, but I didn't gripe about any of many lousy shots either.
A few things matter; the rest are important only when the few are in good order.
A few things matter; the rest are important only when the few are in good order.
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A few things matter; the rest are important only when the few are in good order.
You need to use that as the title of one of your autobiography chapters.
I couldn't agree more. As you know, I have 1 very important thing that matters that is not in good order and that throws off the balance of my Universe.
I congratulate you for your observations.
Mark. That's real empathy.
It's true.
Sadly, at times it is necessary for the "Few things" to be out of order, so that priorities come back into focus and put back on track.
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