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The Commitment to Be Happy

I opened up my Skype program and connected to Charlie. Pain and victimhood were carved into his face, so I wasn’t really asking a question when I said, “How are you feeling?” “Oh, not so good,” he groaned in a barely audible…

I Tried

I once organized an event that involved dozens of people. I delegated to Bob the task of contacting Charlene to bring tables. He said he would take care of it. When the day of the event arrived, there were no tables. When I asked Bob what…