I recently shared a story with my parents, one I kept close to my chest. I kept this close to my chest mostly because up until recently I really never felt necessary to tell them. I hadn't even shared it with my wife up until a few months back. And really the only reason it came up was due to a conversation my dad and my mom had with me as we traversed the 80/90 expressway.
My mom made a statement to the effect that she had no idea how I could feel the way I did and how I thought about life in general. Her referencing my progressive values during the last few hours of conversation we had whilst en route back home.
After the orange shelter I'll share it here and how it crafted and morphed my values. It's a pretty long read, so if you make it to the end I'll give an advanced thank you.
