An Unexpected Lesson on Boundaries and Putting Yourself First
I just dropped off a rider—her name is Mariel. When I picked her up, she got into the car and said she was headed downtown. I casually mentioned that I live downtown, near the Walt Disney Concert Hall. She smiled, said, “That’s fire,” and then, just like that, she put on her headphones. And I …
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