Someone told me a story today about a professor she had many decades ago in college. The professor was going blind and my friend became her assistant to check papers and run errands for her in the university. We had been discussing what we knew for sure. She said her professor would always say that the only thing every morning she knew to be true (that she could count on daily) was that 2+2=4.
I looked at my friend and she said that she needs certainty in her life. Now in her 60’s she wakes every day with one or two things she can count on, including that 2+2=4.
I went silent. I allowed her to give me a long explanation of why she needed to know things for certain…because there were too many unknowns already in our lives. She needed to have something to control as she entered each…
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