How Being Nice Nearly Killed Me and Being Kind Saved My Life
7 min readJul 13, 2018
My father was not one for compliments. Instead, he was a master at rolling up an insult into a thinly skinned sarcastic remark, much like a sushi chef wraps up the eel or crab or octopus in a layer of rice and seaweed so the consumer is not exactly sure what’s in the middle until after the first bite.
