King Arthur doesn't have anything up on me. When I was younger, I had a mentor named Merlin. My Merlin was called a poet not a wizard, but really... both professions seem to have a lot to do with the magic of words. My Merlin is one of the wisest men I have ever met.
Once I went to him and told him that I was engaged to a man who had money and loved me and I could spend my days reading and going to museums and concerts in NYC. After I finished Merlin reached over and patted me on the knee and said, "It sounds easy. Some of us don't get easy." He was right. I couldn't go through with it and since then my path has been somewhat difficult.
Merlin used to get up at four in the morning and grade papers. I always thought this was freakishly devoted of him. I knew that he lived in great physical pain, but I didn't realize how he dealt with it. This morning I got up at four thirty and now, about three hours later, I have finished my morning's work of annotating a book I wrote for my niece. Live and learn.
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