I've been getting things wrong my whole life. Getting it wrong doesn't bother me too much, though. Even experts get it wrong occasionally.
?Wrong always comes before right,' my shearing instructor would say when he saw me pull the devilish banshee handpiece out of gear, slowly straighten my near-broken back, and hope my hand wasn't permanently mangled gripping the maniacal hand-piece. ?When you've corrected all those wrong blows and positions you'll begin to move up the shearing board from the learner's pen.'
It's true of life too, I've discovered. Because I think I might have "got" this particular issue right in my mind; how it begins to affect us all from our earliest infant days, and because its social importance requires that it should be brought to notice; I believe I should step up. But why me?
Well, I'm reminded of an author of a controversial book that he was being interviewed about on radio. ?It was a book that desperately needed writing,' he said. ?I wish even more desperately that it wasn't me that had to write it because no one else had.'
I know how you feel, friend. It describes my situation.
I'm not an expert.
I'm not a counsellor.
I'm a computer-user wannabe.
I'm a baby-boomer perceiver; not to mention X-generation, Y-generation, and no doubt Z and D as well!