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My father was a traditional doctor who healed people using herbs. Despite my requests, he refused to show me how he did his work.

Just before I graduated from high school , my father and I had a heart-to-heart talk about my future. He told me that I wouldn’t inherit anything from him in the form of money, land, or property.

That’s a question we’ve undoubtedly all heard before. While it can be delivered with an accusatory or confrontational undertone, the question itself is a provocative one that we all must grapple with at some point in our life.

If there is one thing that drives the way we think and act, it is our sense of identity. If we understand ourselves to be intelligent, when confronted with a problem we rejoice before it—rather than trembling at the challenge.

Popular today are online courses, programs, and seminars on self-improvement. The themes range from confidence building to time management to learning how to cope with every-day life, and everything in between.

As the woman next to me in seat 5D punched the call button (yet again), I already knew what she wanted. Before the flight attendant even got to us, the woman shouted, “Gimme some more ice and more of those li’l bottles of gin!” Moments later the flight attendant returned with both.

Mary Baker Eddy directed her secretary Irving Tomlinson to work with local jails and prisons in New Hampshire, but he was by no means the only Christian Scientist to do so. Letters poured in from all over the country informing Eddy of the healing work being done in reform institutions.

Irving Tomlinson recorded in his reminiscence that soon after he arrived in Concord to serve as a secretary to Mary Baker Eddy, she spoke to him about the need to reach prison inmates with the message of Christian Science. Tomlinson, at Eddy’s request, began meeting with Sheriff Edgerly, who was at that time warden of the Merrimack County Jail.

Time seems so much a part of our everyday lives. It’s in every aspect of our experience, in every equation.

One’s thoughts of others most certainly affect the harmony of his or her own experience. All too often I’ve found myself passing judgment on others, both people I know and even strangers.