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If I had my life to live over, I’d try to make more mistakes next time. I
would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this
trip. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take my chances.
I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and
watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have
more actual problems and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I am one of those
people who lives life prophylactically and sensibly and sanely, hour after
hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had it to do all
over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of
each day. I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a
thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I
had it to do over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay
that way later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I wouldn’t get good
grades except by accident. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick
more daisies.
Author Nadine Stair
Edited by Sandra Haldeman Martz
Published by Papier-Mache Press, Watsonville, CA 1992
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There is an
energy in us which makes things happen when the paths of other persons touch
ours.
from the Monks of Weston Priory
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