I'm Glad There's So Many People Smarter Than Me

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With my brother in the hospital I'm meeting doctors and nurses and an entire staff of people who worked hard in high school and college while I was out drinking beer and causing trouble. I'm so glad those geeks were studying.

Then I went to the tax man over the weekend and he got me set up to get a refund. He's a geeky little guy, but he knows his numbers. Aren't all accountants geeky by the way?(That's a shot to Lisa). I'm so happy my taxman and yours wasn't at those frat parties where I ate the goldfish. (Lisa is smarter than me by the way).

My father once told me that 90% of the people I meet would be less intelligent than me. He may have been shooting high because I'm his son, but he finished his advice by saying - "Stay away from that other 10% until you need them for something."

This is the same man who told me that he wouldn't trust anyone who wouldn't drink with him, so you see a pattern.

Anyway, I'm just grateful for those who make me feel real stupid these days. I am also smart enough to defer to them when I need to.

I have people who work for Sterlinghouse who know more about what I want to say in my books before I do. They also choose covers better, edit like kings, and steer me on the right course. I let them do their work!

And then there's my wife - she fits in that smarter than me category as well, but I stay around her because she is able to correct a lot of the deficiencies, plus as I tell her all the time - she's a great companion for this part of the ride.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with asking for help. Over the course of the last few weeks a lot of people have been asking me if they can help.

I may be just smart enough to take a few people up on their offers.

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