I was having dinner with my wife and two sons and fell into a discussion about respect -- about who deserved it and who did not. I was of the opinion that everyone deserved it. My oldest son, Max, then 12, was not so sure. "For instance," he offered, "I don't respect you, Dad, because you're not a success."
I cannot tell a story from my life until I allow myself to become its author. If I still believe that something shouldn't have been said to me or done to me, whether by another person or simply by life, then I am still stuck within the story as I first perceived it when I lived it, the story of a world that should be something other than what it is.