A practical guide to living freely and victoriously as a conqueror of self, stuff, and stomach.
“Only $30 a month” sounded like a great deal at first—“only a dollar a day”—until I multiplied the monthly fee by 12. But I was stuck; I had to store my “stuff,” for I was soon to leave the United States for a one-year missionary assignment.
So I took a deep breath, wrote the check, handed it to the clerk, forced a smile, waved goodbye, and left—thinking I would be reunited with my cherished possessions 365 days/dollars later.
I thought wrong. My one-year call turned into three. For this I was happy. But as I contemplated keeping my stuff in storage for two more years, the cumulative dollar f igure quickly cured me of the notion. I simply couldn’t justif y paying over...