There are people in this world who are born teachers. They just don’t know it. These unfortunate individuals spread information along the path of their own ignorance. The lesson is always the same: Don’t Be Like Me.
I’ve learned from these people over and over about spirituality, humility, honesty, loyalty, integrity . . . by watching them lack all of the above. What they don’t know, helps me. What they think they know, costs them dearly. I meet these folks in business, after shows, having coffee with groups of certain groups. They always have the same odor . . . a faint smell of failure. It is unmistakable to the trained nose.
Maybe it was all the cocaine I snorted, but I can detect that odor forty seconds after they start talking. I’m not gifted . . . I’ve been one of those people. Each time I meet a teacher who schools by their own omissions, I’m looking in the mirror . . . 1985, 1980 . . . pick any year in the seventies or eighties. Even a few weeks or months since then . . .