I’ve mentioned before that I have very close and good friends from both sides of the political spectrum. And I get a kick out of it when the political topic of the moment sends them into an inflamed state. This is typically played out through a string of angry texts fr...
“When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick: every time a stick is thrown, you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, rather than chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.”
I had a pit in my stomach. It was time for my beating. I just wanted to get it over with. Our call was scheduled for 3:00pm, but they were late, as usual, to let me stew in the anxiety of what was to come. At exactly 3:07pm Eastern Standard Time my phone rang.
My grandfather is a big, barrel-chested retired navy man. He is straight out of central casting with a shaved head and thick forearms. He’s a gruff, old school, outdoorsman, Clint Eastwood-type. Tough as nails. He is also colorblind.