My eyes would narrow when a car would speed past me on the highway, going ten, fifteen, even twenty miles over the speed limit. Inclined to judge them for endangering those around them, the single thing I remember from my driving instructor is him warm-heartedly chortling: "Where's the fire?"
Instead of angrily judging t…
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