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Down the road there's a
mega-church
buzzing with tens of thousands of devotees. The sign on the corner
reads, "A real place for real people." What other kind of people are there?
I wonder. Or is this their way of looking down on the rest of us?
True Story: I concluded a day of work with a brilliant
client. Once again she deftly demonstrated her broad-bandwidth intelligence.
Decisively and without pretense, she generously guided us with the wisdom of
her experience, charging up everyone who reports to her with an eagerness to
meet the challenges she set before us. When it was all over, I commented on
her performance to a colleague, who agreed and added, "Yeah, and she's
real." I guess that means I wasn't dreaming.
True Story: Around the
time of the 2004 US presidential election, I asked a die-hard Republican
what in the world he saw in George W. Bush. He replied (yes, you guessed
it), "He's real." My friend was right—America's
special-needs president is real stupid. And that's a real problem, because
it makes him real dangerous! Let's get one thing
straight. Everything is real. Even dreams are real dreams. The word has it's
place, however. It should be used to distinguish between something that is
what it appears to be and something that is not what it appears to be—a
real war hero vs. a
chickenhawk, for example.
When you say someone is real, I think you mean
to say that he or she is unpretentious, straightforward, honest, frank,
direct, aboveboard, genuine... With so many wonderful words at our
disposal, it's a shame to shortchange someone you admire with such faint
praise as "real."
As they used to tell rowdy kids in daycare,
"Use your words!" |