Stop Coddling Kids

Kids like me - short and skinny - were always picked last for any team. When we whined about it, our parents were unsympathetic, saying something like,  “You’re a shrimp. Deal with it.”

No Regrets

So far, I have no regrets. But should I ever find myself pining for my old job, I have the perfect antidote: My fan mail. Volumes of it. Years of it. A big, juicy reminder that there really are awful people in the world.