The Selfish Privilege of Selfless Service

By the time I got to work I was furious. I woke up that morning in rumination over all of life’s problems, and typically more of them followed. The bus took forever to arrive (hint: if a bus is part of your daily commute your life needs improvement), and when I finally got on its air conditioning felt like the walk-in refrigerator at my old restaurant job (we all have computers in our pockets that connect us to everyone and everything on the planet yet still cannot properly configure indoor temperature regulation?). The train platform at my transfer was humid enough to instantly warm my insides and induce perspiration out of my still thawing pores, only then to be returned to the state of fr

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