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Chapter One

I had been a psychologist for 10 years.  Day after day the same stories: infidelity, depression, anger, obsession, they all have different faces of course; but the stories never change. My days had grown to be mundane, and I was beginning to feel numb; this day was no exception.

I kissed the kids and made lunch for the husband. There was a long wait for coffee, and traffic to accompany the ride – it was time to begin again.

“Your ten o’clock is here” Shelly buzzed.

“I’ll be right there”…

“Actually Shelly, send him in, I need to run to the restroom.  Tell him to have a seat.”

“Yes, of course” replied Shelly.

I returned from the restroom as he removed a brown bag from his shoulder. I offered him a bottle of water and waited to see whether he chose the chair or the couch.

“No thank-you” he replied “I’m okay for now.”

He chose the chair. This did not surprise me, there’s a certain security in the chair; in not having to decide how to sit on, or what to do with the pillows of the couch. I tried to guess what he was here for; it had become a little game of mine with new patients. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something that said he didn’t belong.  Not that he didn’t belong here, he looked troubled, just that he didn’t belong.

He was well dressed, welcoming and polite; he was handsome. There was strength in him, and I could see it though it was hidden in his slouched shoulders and his soft voice.

“Hi, I’m Sandra, its Michael right?” I said

“Yes” he replied as he finally looked me in the eyes, they were blue, a distractingly beautiful blue.

“Well, what brought you here today Michael?”

He leaned over in his chair and picked the brown bag up off the floor. I watched his hands as he opened it and pulled out a leather binder. They were clean and well groomed; he seemed to move his body with a sense of intention, a directed meaning for his movements if you will.

“I want to read this to you” he said.

That threw me off quite a bit, it was the first time I had heard such a request, and I didn’t know what to say. I think he saw it in my face; he was kind enough not to point out the tension.

“What is that” I finally replied.

“I’m not sure yet, I haven’t read it.”

“Well Michael, what made you decide that you wanted to read it with me?”

“I wrote it” he said.

Still a little unsure of how to respond to his strange request, but quite intrigued at the offering he had brought me.

“How is it that you wrote this, and you don’t know what it is?” I asked him.

“I can’t explain that” he said. “There is a story that runs through my veins, and the older I get the louder I hear it. I halfway expect that you will recommend I be medicated, and the other half thinks that a psychologist may be the only person in the world that will give me an honest answer to what this is.”

He had won me over with his short direct emotionless sentences.  At that moment I wanted nothing more than to know what lay upon the pages of that book. I conceded my prior hesitations.

“Turn to page one” I said. “I will let you know when we are nearing our time.”

“Thank-you” he said

He cleared his throat as he opened the faded cover of the old leather binder…


Introduction // Definition // Disclaimer

It’s My Life | The Criterion of Truth


I can’t write an accurate biography. Like any great story, it’s never about when, and at the end, the details didn’t really matter.

This is my life, it’s how I believe it, and it will be how I remember it in my dying days.


Truth has a variety of meanings, such as the state of being in accord with fact or reality. It can also mean having fidelity to an original or to a standard or ideal. In a common usage, it also means constancy or sincerity in action or character. The direct opposite of truth is falsehood, which can correspondingly take logical, factual or ethical meanings.

However, language and words are essentially “tools” by which humans convey information to one another. As such, “truth” must have a beneficial use in order to be retained within language. Defining this potency and applicability can be looked upon as “criteria”, and the method used to recognize a “truth” is termed a criterion of truth. (Wikipedia)

The rules of logic have no ability to distinguish truth on their own. An individual must determine what standards distinguish truth from falsehood. Not all criteria are equally valid. Some standards are sufficient, while others are questionable. (Wikipedia)


I stake no claim to the actuality of the persons or events contained within this book. This story is my life, as best I remember it. Any likeness of the characters or the events they are involved in unto any actual person or event is open to interpretation by the party who is reading it…



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