Early in life as I tried to find my way, I decided to apply for a job as a bank teller. I’m not quite sure what possessed me to think that I would do well as a bank teller. You see, when I was in 5th grade, I had to take extra math classes over the summer break to pass into 6th grade. Nevertheless, I bravely took the plunge and passed the entrance exam and became an official bank teller.
We always think we know better.
This month in our newsletter from Africa & Beyond, we talk about consequences. They aren’t all bad; in fact, some
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I’ve been spending the past few weeks revising our book, “No Retreat-No Regrets.” It was first published in 2010, but
It seems that this life that we have chosen, that many have chosen before us, never comes with any “fine print” to read. There is no full disclosure, no rigid job description, nor is there any guarantee of what this world would consider to be success.
I suppose I can do this.
My thoughts exactly when I first tried to make mayonnaise.
Today I went to the bank.
I have come to find that the giving up becomes increasingly poingnant as time goes by because the longer I live, the more I’ve missed in the lives of those I left behind.
The pots were too small today, but we can fix that.