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        For me, just letting go has often been a challenge; few things have been easily won. One afternoon I was abruptly fired from one of my first contract jobs. I managed to contain my rage at the injustice and make it safely home from the Oakland Hills. I was restless and after a few minutes I headed out again in the saffron warmth. I drove my wheelchair the mile to the north Berkeley campus and to one of my favorite groves. There I swung out of the chair and sat cross legged in meditation on the thick carpet of grass. Once I was in touch with my deepest self I slowly began to see beyond the blur of anger that had wrenched my mind, had twisted it ... and slowly set myself free of my bitterness.





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