As I write this piece, I notice that I am subtly, almost imperceptibly, pondering my motives in writing this. I am aware of a subtle, almost imperceptible resistance to noticing that beyond my desire to help I want to be noticed, appreciated, liked, admired, adored even!

And as I admit this, my shame becomes all-too-obvious; almost overwhelming. While I am tempted to avoid, push away, and ignore the elephant in the living room, I won't.

In my shame I am tempted to abandon this writing, abandoni...
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