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MOM, WHY COULDN’T I LISTEN THEN? When I remember growing up, I remember two distinct things. What my Mom told me, and what I did instead… make that three, the stupid situations I wound up in by doing that sort of thing, and how much it was not really anything I’d enjoy or want to be in. I had to learn the most impossibly difficult and painful way firsthand, for a time. I recall saying once to my mother, that I could or would not learn from others, that I was the sort who needed to learn everything firsthand, which didn’t work out well, though it lasted far longer than I wish it had. She’d sighed, and told me she really wished that wasn’t the case, and hoped maybe it’d no longer be the case. For the most part, it isn’t. Oddly, it was her words of simple wisdom on all sorts of topics, that I recall and pass along now, since I know very well the pain of what foolish ignorance of wisdom brings, or brought to me. Things like sportsmanship, and being a team player, or not being a team ...