“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

wished I’d be—maybe we could be real.

And real, I’d learned, mattered more than perfect.

Because out here on the endless ocean, where competence was the only currency that mattered, I’d finally learned the most important lesson of all:

You can’t control whether people respect you.

But you can absolutely control whether you respect yourself.

And I did.

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