His boss rescheduled the presentation, and he eventually secured the important account.
But he told me something remarkable.
“A month ago, winning that deal would’ve been the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“And now?”
He looked across the yard at Dad.
“Now I think the best thing was being forced to recognize the man I’d pushed aside.”
The following January 14, Dad asked me to drive him to northern Ohio.
We traveled for five hours through fields covered in snow.
He said little along the way.
Eventually, we
