She is not the brightest bulb in the bunch. No, I am not. Thank god! I do not suffer from that affliction. My three
Grandfathers’, yes three. My two paternal grandfathers and one-step grandfather
had high I.Qs. I loved them dearly; my father, my brother’s and one of my
sisters have high I.Qs
Some people think that if you have a high I.Q that you will
be able to succeed in anything. Not true, at least not in my experience. When
you have a high I.Q, other people are boring. Life is boring and alcohol and
drug abuse seem to go right along with this affliction. Ant-social behavior
becomes the norm. I am not saying that
my relatives necessarily suffer from these afflictions.
Most of them also had
another form of intelligence. The other form of I.Q. is emotional intelligence.
A man named Daniel Goleman wrote a book about it. It is in my library. Great
book you should read it sometime.
Therefore, here is my take on an old proverb.
The simple man comes home from his 8-hour job, greets his
children, and asks his wife what is for dinner. Because he knows, they are
important to him.
The complicated man comes home from his 10-12 hour job
tortured from all the day’s events. If he even has a wife, he does not ask her
what is for dinner. He cannot eat because he is to upset. If she is home, she
is either an empty shell unable to do anything right in his eyes. She may also be
just like him so she is off trying to figure out her own problems, and has no
time for domestic stuff. If she is not like him, she is not there because she
is trying to avoid the constant worrying’s of his mind. If he has children,
they too are avoiding him. His mind is constantly spinning with why do things
happen and how can he control them. Only to be unsuccessful in reaching any
real answers.
The enlightened man comes home from his 6-8 hour job. Greets
his children, kisses his wife and asks her what is for dinner. Because he knows
this is the most important part of his life. The outside world can wait until
tomorrow.
I had the privilege to get to meet Bill Alexander. I did not need his service he needed ours. He lived here near Stillwater. He is a wonderful man and now lives in California.
http://www.hazelden.org/OA_HTML/ibeCCtpItmDspRte.jsp?item=12508
I had the privilege to get to meet Bill Alexander. I did not need his service he needed ours. He lived here near Stillwater. He is a wonderful man and now lives in California.
http://www.hazelden.org/OA_HTML/ibeCCtpItmDspRte.jsp?item=12508
