It's not what you call me,
but what I answer to.
This is my pre-birthday tribute to myself ... and I got thinking about it after I sat in on a class that was talking name stories.
I am always surprised when someone doesn't *know* how his/her name was conferred. How can you not know? How could you not have asked?
Name story to follow .... let this proverb sink in.
What do you answer to?