![]() ![]() ![]() if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things . . . because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. That’s what I had planned.” And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away . . . And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy . . . and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills . . . But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around . . . It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. ![]() So you must go out and buy new guide books. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. “What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. The flight attendant comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.” “Holland?!?” you say. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. “it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip-to Italy. ![]()
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