The Greatest Lesson

It was 50 years ago today that I made my apperance. February 17th, 1968. It took a box of Valentine Chocolates and a bottle of castor oil but my mother was determined.

It was inside this room that she and I became acquainted. Inside this room way back then. I had not yet learned the lessons that life promised to teach me. I hadn’t learned that life isn’t fair. I hadn’t learned that bangs are almost always a bad idea or that the possibility of a serial killer hiding under your bed is practically nil.

I just knew that I was hungry and that I wanted to be held. At times in my life I still feel that hunger and that wanting. And like way back then, I still look for that fulfillment outside of myself.

If you think too long and hard about it, it becomes a convoluted mess inside your brain but I have sorted out what I believe to be the greatest lesson in life.

Fulfillment does not come from loving others, fulfillment comes from letting others love you.

Today I want to extend my deepest and most heartfelt gratitude to the scores of people who have shown me love along the way. I hope to spend the rest of my life returning the favor.

MHC

17 February 2018