
If You Worry You Die
I was probably about 8 or 9 years old when I heard a line from a play in which my sister, Barbara, was performing; the line resonates with me to this day. As I recall, the play was a South African play called “Behind the Yellow Door,” performed at Centenary College, and my sister played a wise, old street person that people from all walks of life would seek out for counsel. The scene I remember has a fellow in a business suit seeking advice from my sister’s wise, old character. Barbara puts down her mop, turns over her bucket, sits down and pontificates, “If you worry, you die, and if you don’ t worry, you still die, so why worry?” Made good sense to me then; makes great sense to me now.









