Stay focused on the good

MANY YEARS AGO, I learned a valuable lesson about the nature of thought control and how to handle its more malicious forms.

When I was a young man growing up in our village in Kenya, a local man who was mentally troubled used to stop at the gate of our house late in the evening to rant and rave at my mother, calling her all sorts of names.

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