96. I Don’t Know
When I got home, Brat Boy was lying on the couch, reading his History book. He asked me about the meeting.
When I got home, Brat Boy was lying on the couch, reading his History book. He asked me about the meeting.
I said, “There’s a guy who only comes to meetings when he’s
in legal trouble. You can’t tell him
anything because he’s convinced he knows everything. He doesn’t know he’s an
alcoholic, even after all his DUIs, public drunkenness charges, bar fights, and
God knows what else. You can’t help him
because he doesn’t know how much he doesn’t know.”
“Well if anyone would know about not knowing, it would be
you, Dad.”
I laughed. “Kid, knowing how much I don’t know motivates me
to learn. It’s a blessing.”
Today I
will be grateful for knowing what I don’t know.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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