Rick Warren has Rick Warren syndrome. That’s not a joke. He has a brain disorder. “I was born with it,” he says. “I went to the Mayo Clinic, and the doctors said, ‘We have found a dozen or so other people with this. There’s no name, so maybe we’ll just call it the Warren syndrome.”
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Like NASA before the first moon landing, I have been soliciting advice about what to say when I wake up from brain surgery. That’s right, brain surgery—it’s a real conversation stopper, isn’t it? There aren’t many things you can say these days that retain their shock value, but that is one of them. “So, Mike—got any summer plans?” “Why, yes, next Tuesday I’m having brain surgery. How about you?”