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Why Bother To Consider Your Names? My parents named each of their seven children after a saint. I was named after Saint Therese, “The Little Flower.” But, my mom decided to deviate from the spelling by dropping the h.  This particular spelling confused my elementary school teachers, Catholic nuns,  who were used to the spelling…

Why Bother Applauding The Patient People in Our Lives? I am attracted to patient people. Their poise and composure remind me of talented musicians; both having abilities that naturally flow from a stream somewhere deep inside of them. Though I do not possess either musical talent or equanimity, my husband and a few other people…

Why Bother Thinking About What You Want To Be When You Grow Up? While growing up, I didn’t think too much about the future since I liked my present status as a kid.  But in fourth grade, I remember how our teacher asked a question that forced me to think past childhood and into adulthood. …

Why Bother Accepting Unsolicited Advice? Some time ago, I had the idea to train for a triathlon. The event called to my sense of competitiveness, and my need for a good challenge. The race would include swimming one third of a mile in a lake, biking twelve miles and running three. I signed up, trained…