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"It was the best of times it was the worst of times." Charles Dickens wrote those ominous words 150 years ago.
All of a sudden, those small troubles you had Sept. 10 seem as insignificant as Gary Condit.
Everyone has a story about where they were Sept. 11. I was in Las Vegas preparing for a seminar for El Pollo Loco, a Californiabased Mexican fast-food chain with great food and an even greater team of people.
My client, Coca-Cola, had sponsored me and I wanted to make them all proud.
I wake up early on the West Coast because my biological clock is set for New Jersey. As I dressed, I turned on the TV to see if the Broncos had beaten the Giants on Monday Night Football and saw the World Trade Center on fire. Nah! The reporter seemed confused. I sat down to watch and five minutes later I watched in horror as another plane crashed into the other tower.
My mind was racing with possibilities of "What's next?" when I realized that 300 general managers and the entire executive team were counting onb me to deliver the opening keynote.
I watched the TV until an other plane. crashed into the Pentagon, and both World Trade Center towers collapsed. I kept hoping I would wake up from this horrible nightmare. My cell phone began to pop. My children making sure I was safe. My wife called for reassurance. God how I love them.