My Life Lost?

One thing that still dismays me into silence, even at this vast distance from my youth – I’m now 58 – is how lost my life would have been, if I had attempted to follow the dismally low expectations of those who, seemingly concerned about my big choices, gave me the benefit of their insights and wisdom. Children and youngsters really do try very hard to be obedient. But what would have happened to me if, despite my utter passivity and willingness to please, I hadn’t als...