I Think I’m Stuck, Too
While walking along minding my own business I was called over by Manuel and an older fellow, meaning older than I. With map in hand, he was asking where Amberglenn was. Manuel, who understands and speaks perfect English with an accent, was explaining that he lives on Amberglenn. Obviously he knows where it is. The fellow was insisting that it was somewhere else and that he was on Cornell. In actuality he was on Evergreen. I showed him, Manuel showed him. Over and over again. But no, he insisted it was somewhere else. Befuddled by listening to his lack of listening, I was wondering how we could get some sense into him. I was annoyed and perplexed. After more mind-numbing banter, we finally went our own way shaking our heads and I began thinking about how often I hear or see or think something and continue to insist it is that way. How much do I continue to believe something when it isn’t true for me? When it is outdated? How much of our lives do we lose by insisting on believing what isn’t true? How much of our thought process is outdated? How long am I going to stay stuck and what am I going to miss out on? 
