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 I spent most of my life arguing about something. Regardless of the situation, at school, at work, at home, among friends, it almost always led to a difference of opinion about something. The result was: I could not let it go. Pam once told me, "You care too much." It hurt my feelings at the time. And, yes I wanted to argue about it, but I did not. I grew up in a family who argued. My mother was Irish and tough, and my Father was a First Sergeant. We moved often with my Dad's deployments. Most of the arguing was done among ourselves. As a result I became an expert, gold medalist debater. As I got older my father finally quit arguing because we reached the point that he understood the potential consequences would be violent. Violence is really just arguing on a physical scale. The result of my behavior has led to job changes, divorce and estrangement. I don't feel any remorse. All those other people were just wrong. But recently, Pam has convinced me that the smart thi...