As I’m sitting down to begin writing this week’s story, Christmas has just ended for 2016. This time of the year is associated with a spirit of giving. I’ve always believed that we each receive so much more when we give. As a matter of fact, I received the most memorable switching as a result of giving away a can of my dad’s soup without asking first, (a not so fun memory related to giving – link). But this week’s story about ‘giving’ is a funny memory for me.
At the time of my accident, I was working on an important project at P&G. Being the single largest project ever and due to the type of work it was, we had a need to co-locate our couple hundred personnel. We were renting an office building but it was built before all the handicap requirements were mandated. Because I was using crutches, (and later, a cane for awhile), my office was relocated to the first floor. Even getting into the first floor is a bit difficult when you’re on crutches and there are three concrete steps to navigate, but I managed. I kept my office there for maybe nine months or more, until I got off of the cane.