10/13 #2
Just saw this, so I figure I should probably answer it.
The irony in my comment about "knowing yourself" is that I don't feel that I started knowing who I really was until my first amputation in March of 204... at age 70 !!
Sherman, many of us don't find ourselves until after some tragic or otherwise significant event in our lives. For me, having two near-death experiences changed a few of my directions and added significant clarity to some of my beliefs (
not a religious idea). And, even though life went up and down, back and forth, from dedicated family man to outrageous single show off, adventurer, adamant traveler, to today's laid back farmer type who never goes anywhere but doing the monthly shopping, I know that I have had one thing in common with myself my entire life: I teach others anything they need to know if I have had any experience/knowledge in that area. I am even willing to study that which I have not previously studied just to help someone else understand both sides of the coin (years of medical research to help some friends with health problems - they are still alive even though their doctors said they had only a few years to live). It seems to have been a built-in talent all my life to listen to engineers and programmers and CEOs talk in their gibberish and be able to translate that into something any child could understand. Even during the heyday of Mr. Show Off, I taught Portland Community College classes after work, then seminars at work later. I have always answered the call, usually without compensation other than being happy for having done it, when someone else needs to learn. I rarely give straight answers to questions (is 2 and 2 always 4?), but show you how to find the answer for yourself. "Give a man a fish and he will eat for one day. Teach a man to fish and he can feed himself for a lifetime."
And it seems that the Universe always puts me in the place I need to be to get something done. For example, I was an avid Alpine skier at Mt. Bachelor (near Bend, Oregon, where I lived at the time), a ski resort known to have the best powder snow in Oregon, yet a friend asked me to come ski at Mt. Hood with her (the snow there is often referred to as Cascade Cement - wet and sticky). While there, a photographer asked me to pose for a picture. Hey, why not? I figured he just liked the outfit. Then a few weeks later, a business associate sent me the following picture from the
Portland Business Journal. I didn't know I was going to be a feature article. But that picture led several other people to me who, in the long run, added to my life as I added to theirs. Do whatever is put in front of you... and do so to the best of your ability.
The sign over my desk at work said:
TELL ME, I WILL FORGET.
SHOW ME, I WILL REMEMBER.
INVOLVE ME, I WILL UNDERSTAND.
...so..time is still going slower for you then??
Hopefully it gets resolved quickly and easily. 
