The other day, I found myself facing two decisions. The first of these was whether I could take the time off work to drive four hours—two hours up and two hours back—for an event lasting less than twenty minutes. Given that the event in question was my son’s cross-country meet, it wasn’t a hard decision. He’s my youngest, after all, and in another blink of an eye, he’ll be done running high school meets and off doing something else, something I can’t take the afternoon off work to go watch, whether I want to or not. I’d have been a fool not to go.
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