First he makes me read that stupid "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten". Supposed to make me a better person. Whatever.
When he started this nonsense, I went on Ebay and someone was auctioning several of Fulghum books for less than the cost of just one.
Now I am on "Maybe (Maybe Not)". The stories are three or four pages each and I usually read one or two a day.
Today's story was about the author sitting in the waiting room of his doctor's office. It's a dreary February day and he is under the weather. There is an elderly couple sitting across from him and he notices a Christmas-y decoration in the woman's hair. The man wishes Robert (the author) "Merry Christmas" and he returns the greeting without thinking. The nurse comes to take the elderly man in to see the doctor and she greets him with a big "Merry Christmas".
Then the wife comes over and explains the periodically in his dementia, the man believes it's Christmas Eve. That she and his daughters recreate Christmas Eve, bake cookies, string Christmas lights, wrap presents....the whole nine yards. That her daughters don't see it as Christmas.....they see it as Father's Day.
I was sobbing.
I fail to see how this will make me a better person.
I don't want to be a better person.