Everyone where she was from said simply, “Oh, that Anna! She’s a character!” But they’d never say why.
I met her long after she’d moved east, and sensed in her a deep spiritual presence.
Still, when it came to opening her memorial service, I couldn’t refrain from mentioning her identity as a character. What emerged in the next hour was quite a lesson.
Afterward, as I drove home from New Jersey, I embraced this mandate: we have the first 40 years of our lives to get our act together – and the next 40 to become a character. If we can. If we’re worthy.
Jnana's Red Barn 
No-one is too young to develop a few eccentricities.