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The homeless man outside my University had a PhD in literature.
I only found out because I dropped my book walking past him one day.
He picked it up, looked at the cover, and said, "Ah, Virginia Woolf. Have you read her essays on consciousness?"
One medical bankruptcy and a series of cascading disasters later, he's been on that corner for three years.
"The difference between us," he said, "is about six months of bad luck."
I think about that every time I complain about my problems.
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