The year was 1968. I was 22 years old, working for a CPA firm and living by myself in Seattle, Washington 3,000 miles from my home near Houston, Texas. I got a job by calling every CPA firm in the Seattle area from my … Continue reading →
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
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