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the team huddles around the table, preparing.
heated discussion, and then i say something.
uncomfortable silence. all eyes on me...
flash back to more than twenty years ago, in the dorm, a bunch of guys, just hanging, lots of laughing and stuff like that, and then i say something.
uncomfortable silence. all eyes on me...
wherever i am in life, by some miracle, i have always had a translator, a savior, who converts my words into something else, so that people would understand me.
in the dorm, my roommate, by now used to these uncomfortable moments of silence, breaks the tension, "what he meant was..." (OH!!!! Ha! Good one, Mr. Hem ((Don't ask, a friend gave me that nickname.)))
flash forward to the meeting, around the table, i am thinking, "oh well. i should be used to this by now," when the manager says, "that's exactly right."
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it has taken many decades for me to understand that it's ok to think the way i do.

