Not the center of the universe

I never had the experience of being the center of the universe. Lessons appeared frequently to reinforce that, and still do.

When I was 10, my father forgot me at church. With a handful of kids packed in a station wagon, that’s no surprise. I walked outside after having a cookie and punch, and looked up and down the street for the car. Nowhere to be found.

I didn’t panic. I knew plenty of people were still in the church. All were good friends of ours. It was a lovely day, and I just waited until my family got home and realized something was amiss. Sure enough, about 30 minutes later my dad showed up. A quick apology and we were on our way.

I don’t remember having any nightmares about this. It just reinforced the lesson from my youth that the world never did, and never would, revolve around me.

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