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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
6/17/2012 |
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| I spent decades doing it all wrong. Work up one day and started doing things all right. Well, maybe I didn't do all thing all right, but enough that I didn't care if I missed ever so often. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/17/2012 |
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The first sign of intelligence is to admit we're not smart would like to be. While I have all the accolades related to higher education and achievement, I seem very prone to the big mistake. I'm talking about “colossal misjudgments” that have often put me in great peril. The only thing that saves me is an immediate apology and correction, if possible. I guess it comes with the territory of my highly inquisitive and active mind, always trying out new things to see if they are better, and screwing up royally in the process.
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
6/16/2012 |
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rebecca,
We none of us get it all right, we do the best we can. me thinks you do better than you let on..ehhhh.
Budd |
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