With me it feels like I have gone through life with a host of ‘almosts’, for which I make no apologies. I have given myself the nickname of the ‘Nearly Man’ of which there is a poem:

I am a Nearly Man,
At least that’s what you think
My bent back
Or withered leg,
My hanging hand
Is all you see.
My slurried speech
Is all you hear
Because you will not listen.
And even if I could speak
What would I say worth hearing,
You’ve already decided.

Inside I’m five foot ten
Straight backed Adonis,
Striding purposefully out,
Singing sweet songs and airs.
Poems of love and wit,
Words of wisdom flowing
Just inside my lips.
And stories told
Over and over inside my head.
This ability I have
Is just a disability to you.

But which of us is whole.
Which is the nearly man.
I who think but cannot say
Or you who will not think
And cannot see the man
Not even nearly.

Martin Swords

PS. Remember: spend your time on what you have decided to do and not on what to decide to do!

We all have complicated histories. When was the last time your past experiences informed a major decision you’ve made?

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