Sometimes, the best comes first

Sometimes, the best comes first

If we could just have a quick peek at the cards we never touch,  I’m almost positive that our best of anything would be the hardest to find.  It would be someplace waiting.  On top?  Never.  How can the best ever come first — before the rest?  Impossible, incomparable, right?   Let’s stop here.

You see my best boss did come first.  Peter Lacey by name.  Peter Lacey was my first boss,  just a couple of weeks after the diploma was all mine. He was exactly twice my age and somehow found stories of my college life as engrossing as the little captions and checked facts that I left on his desk.  He pulled me into meetings so I could learn from the others — accomplished others.  He told me the where and the why behind each what — which I didn’t always get.  He made me feel glad to come to work.

It was decades later when a Pulitzer Prize-winning historian, who wrote a chapter or two for our book, told me how lucky I’d been.  We shared Peter memories and then he told me about how his heart gave in.

It took years before Jimmy and Sixten would be on the other end of the phone.  Years after my best.

 

www.amazon.com/Great-Adventures-That-Changed-World/dp/B002AOOPWI

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