Chapter 6Then I Found The Gray Area
Time was, years ago, when I thought that
everything was black or white. On one extreme or another,
I would take my stand. And stand. Immovable.
I would be like General Grant and «hold the
line if it took all summer." I would do even better. I would
maintain my fixed position if it cost me every friend, if
it cost me every cent!
I would be like Martin Luther and nail my
convictions to the door. I would do even better. My con-
victions would be more than a statement of belief. They
would be an open challenge to everyone!
I would be like the executive who put a sign
on his desk facing his callers. The sign read: «Be reason-
able. Do it my way."
I would not be a middle-of-the-roader. Hadn't
I read, «Most accidents happen in the middle of the road"?
But I'm older now. And with the passing of
years, I've changed-I might even say I've learned. Years