Kalamata’s gal.

[Risk No. 277] I didn’t catch this woman’s name at the check-out counter. It bums me out when I can’t recall, or catch, a person’s name. I’ve said it before, but names matter Oh-so-much to God, they ought to matter to us. I asked this middle-aged Greek woman (at one of the best Greek restaurants in town) if she had trouble with either of her knees. She didn’t. Pain anywhere else? Nope. I briefly explained why I asked and thanked her for her time and for allowing me to practice. She smiled. Awkward, but I’m learning! The worst thing I can do is nothing. The worst thing you can do is nothing.

Nothing is not an ingredient on the growth list.