When I was a kid, my dad introduced me to my very own "worry" rock. I was about 6 and we were skipping stones on the beach when he reached down, found just the right stone and presented it to me. He showed me how to hold the stone in one hand and rub my thumb against it. He told me that if I were ever worried about something, I could just hold that stone and rub the concerns away.

Over the years, my dad and I have exchanged different worry stones. For his recent 88th birthday, I gave him a...


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