A Piece of My Mind: My Life
and Welcome To It
Bennet Pomerantz
I'd like people to remember me as someone who was good at his job
and seemed to mean what he said.
~ James Stewart
I'm not that pristine pure, I guess I've broken as many rules as
the next feller. But I reckon my face looks honest enough and if people
buy it, Hallelujah.
~ Henry Fonda
Those of you who looked for my column in the pages of Fiction Fix last
issue may have noticed that it did not appear. Note that the editor was not mad at me. However, I
had a BIG problem, my real LIFE got in the way of writing my words. The
dreaded deadline doom had happened . . . and I missed my mark.
Now before you say to me "I am a good writer. This will never ever happen
to me. I will always be on time!" It will happen to the best of you, mark my
words well! This is life and things do happen.
My problem was medical. I had a calendar slate filled with Doctor's
appointments and medical tests . . . the Doctors state I will live. Thank
you to anyone wishing to know how I am.
However, while I in the internal medicine waiting room of my HMO,
that little nagging voice was yelling in my head says "Don't forget to do
the work on that column!" To calm that mental voice that was
sending blood curdling screams of guilt in my mind, I said to myself,
"Sure I will do that column after I see the doctor today." The
mind is appeased. Then you slowly turn to the matter at hand, the doctor's visit.
After waiting in the waiting room, seeing the doctor and then finally
waiting to get your meds in the pharmacy . . . your brain has turned to
mush. Promises that you have earlier made to yourself are usually broken. On
the trip home, you realize you needed to do something, but you can't think
what. You know it's important. By the time you remember, you are dozing off
in your bed.
I know I should have scheduled better. Hindsight is a wonderful and warp
way of guilting yourself. You know, the I shouldda, couldda,
wouldda did that
plays havoc in your brain. When it looks bad, it seems like a slap in the
mental face.
The person who tells me that he or she is NEVER late for anything is a
downright LIAR. They are oblivious to reality of life. I love to write, but
when you are sick . . . writing is the furthest thing from your mind.
So those who assume this eating crow column is funny, I state this
with no malice . . . wait until it happens to you! I won't need say, I TOLD YOU SO. I will just point
to this column and let you say it
to yourself.
It's like the TV show "Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?" We always say
to ourselves "Of course I am, this will be so easy!" Then you hear the
questions and you backpedal with a statement like "They never studied that
when I was in fifth grade!"
So I promise I will try to be on time more often. Just like a kid who
promises they never will do that again with their fingers crossed behind
their back.
Until next time, reach for the stars!
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