And on that drive, as I thought of all those thousands of people crowded beside me, I recalled the dozens of hands that appeared to snatch up a shoe, a bauble, a trinket, a pretty blouse as I set it back. But I recalled no faces.
Years ago, back in the early eighties after reading too much Henry Miller to do a woman any good, I found myself in Paris, squatting in an old and dusty room above the legendary booksellers, Shakespeare & Company.
Interpersonal aggression is indeed a serious problem, and any form of aggression in our workplaces, schools and other organizations merits attention and remedies. But how we view the problem will shape how we address it.
We all want to be better people, yet when given the chance to do so, we often stumble over our own desires and interests and end up even more generous to ourselves.