Folks, I went to look for this story to respond to a question from someone, and could not find it! Computer organization is not my strong point: I AM computer “challenged”.

So I relate it here, with a title that will let me find it in the future.

Here it is …  At Kenyon College, in my last semester of senior year the question on the final exam in one of my philosophy classes was: “What is Justice?”

I wrote the usual shit, what Aristotle, Plato, Socrates and others had to say about it. And then, as I sat there, after writing for about 40 minutes, I thought “What the hell, I already have been admitted to law school. The grade in this course is totally inconsequential – so I can get an F! Let’s have some fun.”   So I crumbled up what I had written, got out a clean sheet of paper, and wrote: “This is my three word answer to your three word question: I don’t know.”  And I turned that in when the bell rang.

Now, the professor did give me an odd look; he had seen me crumble up my paper – he couldn’t miss it, for there were only about 10 or 12 of us in the class, like most classes at Kenyon. But he said nothing when I turned in my answer. Now – Professor Shavzin was his name – this guy was a weirdo! All he did was think! He was one smart dude, for sure, but an odd duck – what we call today a “Geek”.  I wondered whether he ever ate, for all he did was read, think, and teach!

Well, about a week later he announced: the person with the highest grade on the final exam is Kenneth Abraham.  I about fell out of my chair. And he said “please see me after class, Mr. Abraham”. He had given me an A-. Those were the days before “grade inflation”, and an A-  at Kenyon was unheard of! Nobody ever got an A. If you got a B+ in any course, you were “king of the hill”!

After class he pulled me aside and he said;  You know, I had a hard time grading your paper; it took me quite some time to decide whether to give you an F or to give you an A-.  I decided to give you an A-, for courage. Courage is important in this life.”

That’s the story. And he was right: courage is important. As I look back on my life, I realize that I fear nothing. Nothing. Never did. Odd, but that’s just me. It led me to take some stupid risks, but I survived.

Here is the “moral of the story” – occasionally take a calculated chance. Also, today I DO know the answer to that three word question. The answer is: “Justice is being FAIR”!