For many years, I struggled to think of anyone other than myself. Actually, it wasn’t so much that I didn’t think about people, I just didn’t bother to reach out to anyone if I did think about them. When some friend I hadn’t spoken to in years randomly popped into my brain, I brushed the thought aside. If I saw something in the news that could have impacted someone I cared about, I rarely thought to check in and see how they were doing. Something that still shames me to this day is how I handled the death of a dear friend’s father just a couple of years out of college.