Dear Son,
There’s one thing I’ve learned after all these years that no self-help book ever told me straight:
Laughter isn’t just medicine—it’s rocket fuel.
I don’t mean polite chuckles or motivational memes that tell you to “smile more.”
I mean the kind of deep, undignified belly laughs that make your sides hurt and your drink come out your nose.
You need to…
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