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Nothing in life is more exciting and rewarding than the sudden flash of insight that leaves you a changed person not only changed ,but changed for the better. Such moments are rare, certainly, certainly, but they come to all of us. Sometimes from a book, a sermon, a line of poetry. Sometimes from a friend…… That wintry afternoon in manhattan, waiting in the little French restaurant, I was feeling frustrated and depressed. Because pf several miscalculations on my part, a project of considerable importance in my life had fallen through. Even the prospect of seeing a dear friend (the old man, as I privately and affectionately thought of him) failed to cheer me as it usually did. I sat there frowning at the checkered table-cloth, chewing the bitter cud of hindsight. He came across the street, finally, muffled in his ancient overcoat, shapeless felt hat pulled down over his baldhead, looking more like an energetic gnome than an eminent psychiatrist. His offices were nearby; I knew he had just left his last patient of the day. He was close to 80, but he still carried a full case load, still acted as director of a large foundation, still loved to escape to the golf course whenever he could. By the time he came over and sat beside me, the wailer had brought his invariable bottle of ale. I had not seen him for several months, but he seemed as indestructible as ever. “well, young man,” he said without preliminary, “what’s troubling you?” I had long since ceased to be surprised at his perceptiveness. So I proceeded to tell him, at some length, just what was bothering me. With a kind of melancholy pride, I tried to be very honest. I blamed no one else for my disappointment, only myself. I analyzed the whole thing, all the bad judgments, the false moves. O went on for perhaps 15 minutes, while the old man sipped his ale in silence. When I finished, he put down his glass” come on,” he said, “let’s go back to my office.” “your office? Did you forget something?” “No,”