Sometimes people — myself included — complicate life needlessly.

Yesterday my friend Steve Wiens reminded me of an Anne Lamott’s acronym W.A.I.T.  I’ll explain what it means in a moment, but you’ll — pardon the pun — have to wait.

Wait

Lamott’s most recent book “Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son’s First Son” describes the challenge she faced, especially in the beginning, as she tried to find a balance between helping and hampering her teenage son who was suddenly faced with an unplanned pregnancy.

Everyone I know is selfishness; some more than others.

It’s funny and sad, but I have met so many people who actually don’t struggle with selfishness at all.  They believe that their selfishness is a right, a responsibility, an entitlement, a debt, an only source of hope or their single hope of survival.

Trapped in a delusion of autonomy those kind of people are the users of society.

Fortunately, and I say this carefully, fortunately, for those people we have tragedies.

Tragedies expose our humanity.