The other day I was waiting for my driving instructor to meet me at our meeting place. I’m 34 and finally learning how to drive. When he arrived and got out of the car, I was struck by the recognition that I really like my driving instructor and value our relationship. He’s a good teacher. He’s kind. He’s patient. He’s encouraging. And I actually enjoy …
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