An incident when I was in high school stands out in my memory and I really don't know what to make of it. It seems now to be one of those defining moments, but I have no clue about how it defines me. If I think about it too much, I'm not sure I like what it helps me understand about myself.
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Monday, August 6, 2018
The Fight That Wasn't
I don't remember ever getting into a fight. Not on the playground as a kid, not in high school or college and, certainly, not later in my life. I think of myself as fairly athletic. I wrestled on my high school varsity team and was a noticeably aggressive (although fairly short) pick-up basketball and squash player until I got too old. I instigated and enjoyed free-for-all random mashups on the lawn in college and graduate school, with beer flowing and multi-student pileups designed to relieve stress. I enjoy physical activity even now, but I never fought. Not once.
An incident when I was in high school stands out in my memory and I really don't know what to make of it. It seems now to be one of those defining moments, but I have no clue about how it defines me. If I think about it too much, I'm not sure I like what it helps me understand about myself.
An incident when I was in high school stands out in my memory and I really don't know what to make of it. It seems now to be one of those defining moments, but I have no clue about how it defines me. If I think about it too much, I'm not sure I like what it helps me understand about myself.
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