I was enjoying my morning paper with a cup of hot coffee at a local café, when it all started coming back to me.
As I scanned through the editorial section of The New York Times, hoping to find Maureen Dowd's column, my memory was triggered and it dawned on me that I had been tolerating this conversation for far too long...
Have you ever in your life, had that experience when you were sure that you could do anything that you wanted to do and be all that you wanted to be, once you simply set your heart to it; once you made up your mind?
Sure you have.
And because you’ve had that experience of being so high that you knew you could fly, at some point somebody was obliged to come along and tell you that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t because it wouldn’t-
Work.
C’mon! The guy who provided the rain that fell on your parade; the woman who supplied the pin that eventually busted your bubble?
Don’t you remember?
I do...
It is the middle of March and nearly the end of my junior year in college. Sitting on the bus I can hardly believe it—the emergence of that glorious Manhattan skyline—that same skyline which served as the back drop for so many of my best dreams.
Excited, I am ready to explode with expectation because I know that this week will serve as the foundation that will cement my future and launch me into the life that waits for me beyond senior year.
As we single file our way off of the airport bus looking up into skyscraper heaven, we step off onto New York City streets, so ripe with the promise that we can indeed have it all! So young and full of hope—it’s Career Week in New York City! Let the magic begin!
Forty classmates in total are divided into groups according to our field of study. I am in the Communications group, scheduled to visit publishers and broadcasters but today we are visiting—
