I had lunch today with a friend and former co-worker of mine, whose teenage son played paintball with Parson. She said that last night they were hanging out, watching TV, and he looked up at her from the floor of the den and asked how to spell Parson's last name.
She responded and asked why he wanted to know.
You'll see when I'm 18.
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I'm not just referencing Parson here.
It's each and every one of us. Every person we've met, interacted with, in any capacity.
I would venture none of us can truly fathom the importance of our distinct roles.