~ Daniel H. Pink
When I pulled
into the parking garage of our building, I noticed a car parked in my
space. As I drove up, an older gentleman
was pulling out of the spot. He rolled
down his window and said he was sorry.
In a quiet voice, my nine-year-old son said, "I feel sorry for that
man." I asked him why. "He had sadness in his voice."
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