Not a very noble invitation. But come on, you know who they are!
Frankly, so do I. Oh, not their name, but their type. We've all had our
share of scoundrels. Life's just that way. And probably for good
reason, for without opponents, we wouldn't bring our best game.
So
let me guess. The kid who used to taunt you everyday on the way to
school...the teacher who always made you do it over again...the boss who
never has a kind word...the credit card company who never gives you a
break...and what about that co-worker who stabbed you in the back.
Vetting
your opponents comes easy. After all, the wounds they leave never quite
heal. Yet the only decent way to make your list is, first, to include
your own indecencies and, second, to include those unintended
consequences that in the long run served you so well. However, in one of
life's ironies we usually make these discoveries much later, say at
reunions and wakes.
Take my top five:
* ANDY ~ The little
rat in second grade who squealed on Santa. As it turned out, though, by
killing Santa he unleashed a galaxy of imaginary characters to take his
place, nicely serving my career as a writer
* ROSEMARY ~ The
little red haired vixen in eighth grade who never returned my undying
devotion. But as it turned out, she set the bar so high that no one
reached the heights until at last my very own Joan
* CLARENCE ~
The fussy academic who turned me down for a professorship. But as it
turned out, I turned to a much larger world of endeavor in which we
became colleagues rather than rivals
* FRANK SINATRA ~ I sent him
a script he never returned. But with each passing year I remember that
rejection as an instruction not to waste time shooting for the top when
second place is more reachable
My 5th...? I expect one to come
along one of these days. Only at this age, "enemy" is no longer how you
see most people. Maybe just "fellow traveler." Now...what about your
list?
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