Missing the game
I should be attending a conference in New York, but I am at home staring at my computer, with an entire week of travel wiped out because of a pesky bronchial infection. I have no intention of saying anything further about an annoying medical matter. But I have learned something from this experience.
What I learned has nothing to do with illness, but everything to do with purpose and passion. While I was calling the airlines and hotels to cancel my reservations, I was struck with a strong memory, a recollection of a childhood moment so vivid that all the details played out like a scene from a movie.
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