I’ve been called a laggard. By a friend. I’m not taking
offense. Because I like to lag. To take my time. To move slowly. Sluggishly, if
necessary. The friend is annoyed. With me. For needlessly postponing decisions.
Of course, I’m critical of the friend. For making too quick decisions. That one
may live to regret. I keep asking, ‘Why the hurry?’ I’m for taking time to ponder, ponder and
ponder again. --Jim Broede
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