I have been called argumentative, disputatious, a vexatious nuisance, oppositional, a disagreement looking for an opportunity, and far worse.

 With these descriptions, I would not argue. The folks who say these things are correct. But I wonder if they know why I like to argue?

Not to win. Not to prove a point. Not to sell a position. Not to convince.

“The saving of our world from pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustment of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority.”

(Dr Martin Luther King)         

“The name of the game in this economy and this health care climate and this political world is exclusion. You know it and I know it. We just don’t want to talk about it.”

First they ignore you.

Then they laugh at you.

Then they fight you.

Then you win.

(Gandhi)

Good questions can give good answers.

It could have been a big deal, but it wasn’t. Our appointment to discuss our options for diagnosing and treating a potential malignancy had been scheduled with the wrong interventional radiologist.

f you are silent in the face of evil, or acquiesce to what you know is wrong…

…you have sided with evil and are collaborating with the devil.

Those who say it cannot be done…

Even knowing I would end up running late, I always looked forward to my biweekly visits with Charles in Hospice.

I think it was during 6th grade that I found the envelope of money on my way home from school and realized immediately that it was enough to purchase the PeeWee Reese shortstop glove I so dearly wanted from Tim and Tom's Sport Store on Central Avenue.