When Death Visits a Foe, What Do You Do With that Empathy? We Took His Office Tea
Dear Gabrielle, My boss is grieving. Consecutive deaths, weeks apart. We don’t get along—on paper, we’re civil. We talk. We smile. But behind those polite exchanges, there is no love between us. And yet, when death came for him, I felt something heavy shift within me. Pity. Sorrow. Empathy. Because I know firsthand how cruel…
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