A Matter of Perceptions
While waiting for my first appointment in
the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate,
which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall,
handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class
some 40 years ago. Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded
any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply
lined face was too old to have been my classmate. After he had
examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high
"Yes," he replied.
"When did you graduate?" I
He answered, "In 1960."
"Why, you were in my class!" I
exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, "What
did you teach?"