ALL I HAVE ARE QUESTIONS?

When I was a child, I knew all the answers. My parents were always wrong and I did not hesitate to tell them this. Indeed my sisters were even more certain about telling my parents what it’s all about.

In grammar and high school, along with the other students we all knew many things the teachers did not know,but usually remained silent. Occasionally we spoke out with our opinion and our thoughts and answers to questions.

Thinking back, I had concrete and axiomatic answers to most of the worlds and my personal problems.

Now that I’m older I’ll look back and say who was that fool? All I have now are questions. But asking the question and listening, not talking, often results in the answer.

Wayne Lazarus