By John W
The business man had successfully remained anonymous
City meetings avoided, in his small hamlet, few knew him.
He came and went with ease, OK with the occasional familiar face.
In passing weeks he learned some names, he even shared his.
He still was anonymous, yet he no longer felt anonymous.
Ninety and Ninety had passed with help from his “guy,”
He continued to “walk the walk,” the “talk” part came slower.
The wedding reception challenge, survived with spousal support.
So why must he leave his “cocoon”? Could not this trip wait ??
Alone, five days, client dinners, no home group – FEAR!
The skid-row meeting that hot, summer afternoon – happenstance.
Calmness upon arrival, that true sense of belonging – Unexpected gifts.
