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softly, without humor. “Now I’m thirty-one, living a life designed by two people who don’t know me, and I’m miserable.”
That was the day the second half of our brotherhood began.
I offered him a job two weeks later.
Not out of pity. Not out of some saintly forgiveness. I needed help. The company had outgrown my ability to manage every operational detail.continue reading …
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