So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
If this trip was a song, the verses would have been the daily experiences and the chorus would have been “I could have spent far more time there, and I was sad to have to leave.”
Where else might have I have run into this woman so different from me than at the tag office? I had one chance, and I thought I should have been able to succeed, I blew it.
This was one of those moments where time layered.
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If I was a dragon, I’d hoard books.
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So whether we look at a two-thousand-year-old Bible passage, or modern research based on 6,000 interviews and over six years of scholarly work, we get the same answer.
If we stop seeing things as a race or a competition, and start seeing things as a place where everyone can have a seat at the table, we can help ourselves and help others in the process…”