Saturday, December 8, 2012
Clyde Lived Here
Twenty-five years ago, my co-worker Clyde lived here. He had a special ability to explain 30-word concepts in 300 words or more. Clyde drove me and many other Type A personalities nuts.
Then he died unexpectedly of a heart attack. His service was packed to the rafters with an enormous number of friends. We slowly began to recognize that Clyde was doing his best and that many people appreciated him. Whenever I go past his house, I feel a little guilty. These days I am a bit more patient and a bit more tolerant. Not much, but a bit.