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I learned to type in Mr. McNeil's class in 1962. It was a gray Royal manual typewriter. I was a slow, inaccurate typist. 35 WPM after subtracting for errors was probably my personal best. I think I came out of that class with a B average mainly due to mistakes. My mother was not pleased as she demanded A's from all of us girls. Oh, well.
I remember having to type triplicate copies using carbon paper. So erasing one of those triplicate copies was very time consuming if not impossible.
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I have made many, many mistakes in my life. Probably no more nor less that the average human. There were many years I would mentally beat myself up over the mistakes. I would try to rationalize that this or that caused me to make the mistake. But the bottom line was I made decisions that led to the mistakes.
Today was communion Sunday. I am a person of faith in God and the love displayed in Christ crucified and resurrected. Once again this morning I was reminded how my Creator used a special type of correction tape to erase my mistakes.
|Altar at the Taizé monastery|
Mary Beth Coudal