Stuff from 16 February, 2009
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on 16 February, 2009.
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on 16 February, 2009.
Though he didn’t sing a single melody, the driver on the 16 this morning had a truly operatic voice — he sounded not like an aspiring amateur, but a world-famous singer. “On top of that, he could easily sit in for James Earl Jones” I thought, as we bumped down University Avenue. Now, perhaps the driver leads a church choir during his evenings and weekends, but I couldn’t help but wonder how many gifts we possess of which we are not aware.
What if the hotel maid riding the bus to work, catching a few minutes of sleep, could be the best painter since Rembrandt? What if the construction worker, savoring a few minutes to rest his back while sitting down, has the timeless gifts of a sculptor? What if we only completely fulfill our potential when we transcend this coil for another?
I strongly suspect you are correct, Sagert. The book jackets that speak of their authors who have held 50+ odd jobs start to make sense, no? As the saying goes: “Professionals are people who learn more and more about less and less until they know everything about nothing.”