Shasha was a young woman I met while working for an Institutional Review Board. She always struck me as the quiet person who had an equally quiet cordiality about her. Her personality, if not shy, was so quiet toward me that I allowed myself to blend her into the background noise of several hundred squeaky wheels in need of grease. This was my mistake, and definitely my loss. It has been about six years since I left the I.R.B., three years since I started this blog, and I wish I could remember when I met Shasha, but the date is nowhere to be found in the mess that is the file room of my memory. I'm not even for certain that this isn't the first time she has commented on a My Sunday Comment; I seem to remember one other time, perhaps on Facebook, I could be wrong, however, as I am one of those who, quite often, falls short on so many things.
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-- Socrates (470-399 BC), ancient Greek philosopher
The other one I use often is that the only thing that never changes is change:)
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