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And it wasn't fair. That was the thing that was at the heart of my reluctance and my resentment. Some people make it out of their stories unscathed, thriving. Some people don't.

I don't think this place was everything my mother hoped for that day when she asked God where she should go to give her son the world. (And all of pg 243)

I judge. I walk around with my chest puffed out, making sure that everyone knows about my Harvard and Stanford degrees, as if those things encapsulate me and when I do so, I give in to the same facile, lazy thinking.

She reacts in ways that surprise me, in part, simply because she isn't me. I forget this and relearn it anew because it's a lesson that doesn't, that can't, stick.

Recklessness