Like anything, too much of a good thing might just be too much. I was standing in my kitchen this morning about to take a handful of vitamins, when Keith called from the homeless shelter.
“You don’t ever take two multi-vitamins a day, do you?”
I stood there in my pajamas, a warm fire roaring, and he stood on the concrete floor on the other end, with a line of homeless guys behind him impatiently waiting for the phone.
I had not told him about the vitamins, but he had at one point gotten a degree in nutrition,
and vitamins were on his mind.
“That’s not good for you if you do,” he finished.
“Well… I…as a matter of fact…”
I HAD taken more than one multi on different days; I suppose to “catch” up when I felt as
if I’d been abusing my body. I admitted this to Keith and he gave me a lecture on nutrition that could have been something I’d paid for by a licensed professional standing in the front of a seminar room.
I appreciated it, put down the multiple multi’s and listened to my friend and his wisdom. He was right. Sometimes less is more.
