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A hope note

‘There are race horses, and there are turtles,’ said Hans Selye, the 20th-century expert on stress, ‘and I’m a race horse.’
Sometimes we refer to that type personality as obsessive, workaholic or Type A (turtles are Type B). Other times we call them driven, wired, fanatical or addicted. When feeling charitable, we call them focused.
Sir Isaac Newton often forgot to eat. He would rise from his desk at dawn and eat the congealed remains of the dinner that had been brought to him the day before that he had forgotten to touch.
When asked how he discovered the laws governing the universe, Newton answered: ‘By thinking of them without ceasing.’
Aristotle spent most of his honeymoon collecting specimens of marine life.
‘Pistol’ Pete Maravich, thought by some to be the greatest basketball player ever, as a pre-teen accepted a $5 bet that he couldn’t spin a basketball on his finger for an hour. After several minutes, when his index finger started to bleed, he switched fingers. He moved the spinning ball from each finger on his right hand to each finger on his left, then he spun the ball on his knuckles and thumbs until an hour was up and he had won the bet.
Great rewards accrue to those addicted to work. They get praise, respect, power, success, control ‘ and much money.
Workaholics become CEOs and Hall of Fame coaches. They sometimes become our best ministers, physicians and teachers ‘ the Secretariat of whatever field they choose.
Unfortunately, there’s a price to be paid. The cost is often failed or frayed relationships, particularly at home.
Blessed are the workaholics who can re-direct a portion of their passion to be ‘the best’ to an intimate inner circle of family ‘ plus a friend or two.