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Why Didn’t They Tell Me?

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Introduction. I think of my life as an adventure during the course of which I have had mundane and extraordinary experiences.  There have been times when I felt no progress was being made or that I reached a dead end.  Of course, there have been obstacles – people, situations and me.  I learned from all of it and, fortunately, I continue to learn.

As a child I had the advantage of exposure to a diverse group of people and experiences because my parents genuinely liked meeting people from different backgrounds.  When my mother moved us to Philadelphia we were surrounded by Elders who had no qualms about offering advice both good and bad because they didn’t want young people to make the same mistakes that they made.  In appreciation for the efforts made on my behalf, I present Why Didn’t They Tell Me? – my thoughts, observations, and advice that I think will be of use to younger people.  I will make every effort to be non-judgmental which, in and of itself, will be a challenging task. Most of the content will be written by me, but I will also present the observations of others.

Please join me in this part of my adventure.  Your thoughtful comments are welcome in a  lively engagement of diverse perspectives and personalities.

I AM A READER

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I am a reader. To the exclusion of all things, I am a reader. My idea of a perfect day is to sit and read sometimes with music in the background, sometimes not. I started to read at four years old. Since then there has never been a time when I didn¹t have a magazine, book, or newspaper with me. I take something with me to read no matter where I¹m going. You never know when the opportunity will arise to start reading something new, continue reading, or finish reading. When I know I¹ll finish one thing, I bring along the next just so there¹s no gap from one to the next.

As a child I preferred to read rather than play with other children. I never quite enjoyed jumping rope, in fact, I really couldn¹t. Nor did I like most other games and sports. Physical activity was not my idea of fun. Reading, memorizing, acting ¬ that was my idea of fun, especially if I could make up the dialogue and direct.

Whenever Mom took us on visits ¬ near or far ¬ I had a book with me. I would sit in a corner, on a front porch, or hide in the bathroom reading. For a few years, Mom would insist that I participate, be a good guest. But, eventually, she learned to either leave me alone or leave me at home.

As I grew older, I became increasingly uncomfortable to be without reading material. This discomfort begins with a sense of emptiness and can become a full-blown panic attack that necessitates finding something to read fast – ¬ a book, newspaper, brochure ¬ anything. If I’m near a bookstore I end up spending way more than I need to at that time and changing my schedule. A bookstore visit that was just to run in and pick up something can last for as long as three hours. I work at controlling myself in bookstores and will call my daughter for assistance in getting out of the store. She says, “Put down the book. Leave the store. Leave the store now.” She continues to encourage me as I make it to the checkout without spending an extra $50. Thank you Goddess for mobile phones.

You see not only am I a reader, I am also a book buyer. I might as well say it – I have bibliomania. I like to keep books when I finish them just in case there¹s a particularly interesting passage or phrase, a new word, or a character that I like. Only recently have I been able to give away books to co-workers or charitable book sales and actually use the public library responsibly. I consider this a major breakthrough. Continue reading →