I met Tiger Woods, once. At the time, it was quite surreal, but upon later reflection, became more a story about me than him. He was never known as a particularly personable sportsman, and solemnly engaged with the crowd. I had to test for myself if this was true. Tiger began to walk off of the 7th green, he was heading towards the 8th tee. His head was down. I ran ahead and put a quarter in the...
[H]ate distorts the personality of the hater. We usually think of what hate does...– Martin Luther King, Jr., “Loving Your Enemies” (via pseudobollocks)