Nothing about her countenance suggested the reason for her companion, a large dog that wouldn't normally be permitted on board. When the doors opened, she moved with calm precision towards the platform, but had to stop for two or three seconds, as her foot groped, suddenly and wildly, for the distant concrete. Finding it, she immediately moved off the allow everyone else to disembark, and she and her companion swept off into the busy crowd. Likely, I will never see this brave stranger again, but I hope to remember how successes, large and small, occur all the time. At least a portion of this newsletter attempts to develop and broaden the notion or concept of success.
Story can provide a constitutive method for achieving what is humanly possible and realizable.
If I may recount a portion of my own history, this version of success could be presented as something within the capacity of many readers and, in fact, already accomplished by a large number of individuals in community. One week before I began work for a large corporation, involved in the insecure world of securities, I was diagnosed through a biopsy with a disease that was to lead to end stage renal failure. In a short time, through blood sampling, I found the disease, which ordinarily degenerated over a period of ten to fifteen years, had speeded up in my case to a much shorter period of one or two years. I was assured by physicians I would begin the dreaded dialysis treatment in a period of a year or a year and a half. Dialysis began in December of 1992, two years from the date of my appointment with my employer.