So here's the story: After a lifetime of handcopying ancient texts, an elderly monk became abbot of his monastery. Realizing that for centuries his order had been making copies of copies, he decided to examine some of the monastery's original documents. Days later, the other monks found him in the cellar, weeping over a crumbling manuscript and moaning, "It says 'celebrate,' not 'celibate.
Ah, regret. The forehead-slap of hindsight!
courtesy of Martha Beck--author and Life Coach
So what regrets haunt you?
23 June 2008
Regrets, I've had a few...
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