What Does It Mean To Be A Good Person?
When Our Best Is Terrible
Hi Friends,
A few days ago Meg and I had an experience with an angry neighbor that reminded me of an encounter I had at the airport many years ago with a man I’ve affectionately come to refer to as, The Asshole At The Airport. The Asshole At The Airport was so enraged I could see right through his temples to his steaming blood. The man made a scene as if…