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I did not grow up in an emotionally intelligent household because emotions were never openly discussed in our family. I witnessed various forms of indignation displayed among family members, and drew my own conclusion about anger; it was not a good thing to be.  My childhood training did not include understanding that acknowledging, owning up…

Growing up, I remember how important manners were in our home. Around the dinner table, Mom and Dad taught us to say please, thank you and excuse me. If we were old enough to answer the telephone we had to say, “Macek residence, this is ______, speaking. How can I help you?”  Dad never tolerated…

I am passionate about truth and when someone tries to lie to me, I can sense it. Though I know I cannot force someone to tell the truth, I also know I cannot believe their lie.      The Historical Lie I can trace the history of the lie that made me ardent about the…

I’ve been called many things in my life, but never compassionate. I’ve never thought of myself to be tender, mild, considerate, or forbearing. But recently, a friend made it a point to tell me that she has personally witnessed my compassion. I was stunned, taken aback and surprised by her words.          …