As a lad, my dad and I would go fi=
shing. One morning, after an hour of quiet (and only a few nibbles), I had =
to ask him a question.
“Dad? How do fish breathe under water?”
“I don’t know, son,” repl=
ied my father.
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;Dad? How does our boat float on water and not sink?”
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“I don’t know, son.̶=
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“Dad, why is=
the sky blue and clouds white?”
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“I have no idea, son.”
“Dad, am I bothering you asking all t=
hese questions?”
“Of course not, son. How else are you ever going to learn anything =
if you don’t ask?”
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Dr Bob Griffin
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