I still remember getting the package in the mail. It was about 14 or 15 years ago and the package was from a girlfriend who lived in another state.
She had decided that I would be a great “life coach” and she had been encouraging me to pursue that as a new career. To dramatize the advice, she found a roofing shingle and made the sign you see above. It had a cord on the top with which I could hang it.
“It’s time for you to hang out your shingle as a life coach,” the note that came with it read.
I hadn’t seen this little shingle for a long time. I guess I didn’t even remember that I had it. But as I looked for something in a drawer stuffed with mementos from the past, I found it tonight. And just as it did when it arrived in the mail almost 15 years ago, it made me feel good about myself all over again.

Existing biases dictate how you see grand jury decision in Ferguson, Mo.
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