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"Something colossal happened on Friday. I went to lunch with a coworker, and I sat with my back to the wall. That&amp;#039;s it. That&amp;#039;s the colossal thing. I know, it doesn&amp;#039;t sound like much, but for me, it was a giant step. For a quarter of a century, when eating out, I have chosen a seat with my back to the door. Not because I have any need of my own, mind you. It&amp;#039;s just that Peter never could stand to sit with his back to the door. We used to joke that he must have been a gunslinger in a previous life, because he always had to have his back to the closest wall, facing the door. It was no big deal to me, so I always took the other seat. I got so used to it, that I even did it when he wasn&amp;#039;t around. On Friday, I placed my order at a local fast food place. I headed over to a booth in the corner so I could grab it before it was taken, as my coworker placed her own order. I immediately set my stuff down on the back-to-the-door side of the booth, and suddenly, I just stopped cold and said to myself &amp;quot;What am I doing? I can sit anywhere I want.&amp;quot; Then I deliberately moved my stuff to the other side of the booth, and sat down. So I sat there, back against the wall, eating my lunch in triumph, without my coworker knowing what the heck I was grinning so hard over. It&amp;#039;s the little things, people. Baby steps. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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