Hey, it's Major. Over the past few years, I've had the great privilege of sharing poetry with you

and offering a daily moment to pause and slow down. Today, we're revisiting one of my favorite episodes

from my time on the show. I hope you enjoy this selection.

I'm Major Jackson, and this is the slowdown.

My very first worry in life was 12-year-old Billy Mac.

His father purchased a Rottweiler, a dog that he trained to be as mean as the punks who bullied Billy.

He taunted my little brother and me on our way to school every day. We were never sure when Billy would run out with this beast of a dog who barked and

bare his teeth as though he were the hound of Hayes himself. Most mornings, we ran by his house, terrified.

If my brother didn't securely zip up his book bag, his sandwich, his cheesets, and his books

went flying everywhere.

Although it took us longer, we found a root that avoided facing off with a snarling beast.

That's all it took.

Well, that and a big stick I carry just in case.

Many worries followed.

After a childhood of observing my parents' anxieties, mostly around bills, I eventually

learned to embrace uncertainty.

Now, I almost never worry about anything, from missing a flight to talking to strangers.

No doubt I faced challenges.

My Keep It Chill attitude was hard won.

In many instances, the future seemed unsure.

I had no idea how I was going to finance my children's education.

The political landscape did not simply reflect my values and beliefs.

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