The driver who cuts me off;
The dance mom who screams because her daughter lost;
The barista who doesn’t smile back;
The gate agent who could put me in an aisle seat, but decided to leave me stuck in the middle;
The yoga teacher who chants peace, but shares such a negative vibe;
When I remember that we’re all connected by humanity—I release the rage and return to loving my fellow brothers and sisters.
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