It’s been almost twenty years, but I thought about it again this morning. I was unloading the dishwasher.

You need to know that if I tell you this, you may not like or respect me as much. So I guess I’m okay with that. (I’m trying to take this dead bishop’s advice about embracing my weaknesses, faults, and imperfections.)

What I should also tell you: In college, I was a bit of a manipulator. And I had absolutely no idea.