The Wastefulness of Worry
Worry is a subject I know a lot about. When I was a boy, I had a tendency to worry about my health. I was a classic hypochondriac. One night, about 3 a.m., I crept into my parent’s bedroom, went to my dad’s side of the bed and tugged at his pajamas: “Dad,” I whispered […]
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