This is the note I had written to myself about three weeks ago because it was something I wanted to type out and keep and share with you. I forgot about it and now, taking out my pad to make wedding lists (it is my lunch hour), I found it (and smiled to myself because I had completely forgotten about it). Memorizing it would be testing myself to the limit.
Here it is in legible print:-
I must learn to love the fool in me -
the one who feels too much,
talks too much,
takes too many chances,
wins sometimes and loses often,
loves and hates,
hurts and gets hurt,
promises and breaks promises,
laughs and cries.
It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity
but for my fool
Theodore I. Rubin, MD
I find it pretty cool when you read things that make you feel that you are not alone. That although we are all unique, we all have similar insecurities and all have a fool within. Such a lovely word - fool. I don't use it often enough.