Dying to share his thoughts, he would call in the middle of the night. Reading to me an essay or speech, I was amused by his mind’s eagerness to share its delighted news.
Yet, he never remembered anything I said.
Even worse, he never remembered he already excitedly told me his thoughts. Again and again, the same life-changing essays.
I’m one of those people who can never allow others finish what they’re saying without interrupting, but I somehow never had the heart to interrupt his passionate phone calls to say, “I’ve been thoroughly informed of those thoughts… By you”~