BE
COOL
I
remember my old departed friend, the fake Frenchman Monsieur Javelona who used
to quip he belonged to the so called Temperamental Law Firm. What he meant was
his partners were more on temper than mental.
Temperament
runs thick in my blood. I must have gotten it from my parents who had short
fuses. This malady often attacks me.
One
day, tension was high as my voice, while I was stressing a point. There was no
anger in it but assiduousness. Then my
daughter said, “Tatay, Be Cool.”
Like
cold water dousing burning coals, the hot air was blown by the wind of
winsomeness. I wish I could always be cool, quiet, calm and composed.
The
wise cleric J. Maurus aptly observed that the mind will never function when it
is super hot, only when it is cool and composed.
“Be
Cool!”
Well
I’m cool for now. No big deal.
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