So there I was, 33 years old, pulled over on the side of the road, gripping the steering wheel, wondering what in the world was wrong with me. Nothing big happened. No tragedy, no sirens behind me, no accident. just a big mess that I've been avoiding for decades. The strange part, it wasn't my fault. I didn't cause it. I didn't choose it. And I I started to wonder because I believed for years that if I didn't cause and choose it, why do I still have to carry it? Have you ever felt that way? a mess that you ...

It was a normal moment, but to me it was profound because in that moment I imagine myself as Adam, a child who still learning about the world, still learning to how to use my fingers. And when he make a mistake in front of others, instead of anger, Adam received something that we rarely receive when we in childhood. He was not shamed, he was guided.And for me, when I saw that my wife simply handed a piece of tissue for him and said, "Let's wipe it together." In my childhood, that situation would look very, ...