I don’t want to come across as being trite, but when my run in with that angry hippo was first reported back in 1996, it usually ended with something along the lines of “man who was attacked by hippo is maimed for life.” If I was going to take the time and invest the energy in writing a book then I wanted the story to have a different ending. A happy ending. I had a lot to do to make that happen. It’s taken me seventeen years to get to a place where I can honestly say… insofar as the hippo guy is concerned; the hippo story now has a happy ending.
“Daddy, are you coming home tonight?” My six-year-old son Jack barked at me through the Skype screen on our home computer last night.
“No buddy. The day after tomorrow… two more sleeps.”
“Aw man…” he responded bravely as he fought to hold back his tears. “I miss you soooooooo much!”
Later, struggling to fall asleep in my luxurious hotel room in central London, I battled with “Why wasn’t I home in the US with my family? Why did I ever choose to be a motivational speaker and coach? What price was I prepared to extract from the people I love in order to pursue my dreams? What was the thread count on these exceptionally comfortable sheets?” Continue reading “Commitment, Gratitude and Thread Counts”→