Imagine, carrying around someone's criticism for 55 years. This incident was in college in the dorm tower. We had house parents in the persons of a professor and his wife, located near the office. I was seldom there, but happened to be seated on a couch when some other student rolled a large hard ball toward their door. It "clunked", of course. So, the professor came out and glared at whoever it was, not being able to figure it out. Being me, and young, I burst into giggles. His wife declared, "I don't know what you're going to do when you get out in the world, Anita." Well, she didn't know me that well. I think I was rooming on about the 5th floor. And so, having been an impressionable student age, I carried that evaluation around for probably the rest of my life. How did this person who knew very little about me, barring my name, have such prophetic powers to predict my entire future? When I told my cousin about it, she didn't get what the lady meant by "out in the world", since I was obviously not on another planet at the time. It took today to figure out that I may have been mistaken as the "ball culprit", and the statement leveled at me was bull@&/%.
