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Nothin in life is more excitin and rewardin 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 seein 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, lookin 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 botherin 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, whi
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