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By rough calculation, I have been mistreated, disrespected, or generally screwed-over or wronged three hundred and fifty-nine times in my life. That’s only a guesstimate, of course. I have not been keeping track.
To arrive at the number I reviewed the year just past and recalled five or six such incidents. Most were petty and some grievous and some were in-between. Multiply five by my age, subtract some for the toddler years (because toddlerhood is mostly about dishing out disrespect), double-down for adolescence and toss in some extra for the years I spent laboring in the newsroom of the New York Times. Voila: three hundred and fifty-nine instances of physical, emotional, or psychological wounding. Yet only twice have I sought revenge.
Honestly, I think that’s pretty good.
My daughter’s school is located in the Back Bay neighborhood of Boston, a few blocks from the finish line of the Boston Marathon. This is one of the wealthiest parts of Boston, tree-lined and stately, blocks from the Public Garden and those endlessly circling swans.
The fact that my daughter, a surprising, suburban... Continue Reading