A letter to a former teacher: Pulling me back from the ledge

When I was 11, my basketball coach, who wasn’t much older than my teammates and I, walked the sideline of the small town community hall where we played, yelling and throwing his hands up in the air when we made a mistake or he disagreed with the referee's call. A few years later when I …

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Everything’s gonna be alright

The voice on the other end of the call became garbled and faded out. I saw the senior executive's face on the Microsoft Teams call, but I couldn't make out what he said. When he came back on, all I could hear him saying was "what do you think, Brian?" In this crazy COVID-19 world, …

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Memories that stick

One moment lasted a little more than an hour, the next, maybe ten minutes max, but once they were gone, they were gone. I’m talking of course about two moments that my wife and I experienced at the beach a few weeks ago: one was a beautiful sunrise and our walk on the beach and …

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First world problems, minor irritations

When I was a kid in elementary school, the lunch lady used to lecture my friends and I about wasting food. She would tell us that little kids in China or some third world country we had never heard of were going to bed with an empty stomach and we were throwing away perfectly good …

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Getting hit over the head to see the brighter side

My friend didn’t actually hit me in the face, but it sure felt like he had. If you had questioned me at the time, you would have had a hard time convincing me that he hadn't. His comments surprised me and knocked me into the next room. We were catching up and he mentioned that …

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