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The Anatomy of Selfishness: The Fruit of a Whole Soul The Man Ordered Just for Himself  They used to say my late father was selfish. They whispered about how, in the middle of a frantic afternoon when the rest of us were sweating and buried under the chaos of the Chinatown stalls, he would quietly order a cup of coffee and a plate of kaya toast just for himself. He would sit there and eat it right at the stall, entirely undisturbed by the rush around him. They pointed out how he ruthlessly protected his own basic needs: ensuring he never went hungry, making sure he got enough rest, and always slipping away for his afternoon nap. Even when people acknowledged his hard work, his excellent customer service, or his endless volunteering for the hawkers' self-help group and the Seventh Month auctions, the cynics dismissed it. They said it was all ultimately for his own profit, his own status, or his own agenda. For decades, we looked at his self-preservation through the lens of judgment....