Have a Nice Conflict: How to Find Success and Satisfaction in the Most Unlikely Places

CHAPTERSEVEN

THE AFTERNOON SUN glistened in a brilliant blue sky. The ocean stretched to eternity beyond the weathered rails of the long pier. But inside John's throbbing head, gray clouds churned. Not even this postcard setting could cut his sour mood. The previous night's fight with Nancy had gone unresolved, and John was wallowing in frustration. Just when he thought he was getting a hold of this conflict stuff, he had the wind knocked out of him at home.

Halfway down the pier, John began to question whether he was supposed to meet Mac at the end of the pier or the start. All he could see up ahead of him were a handful of fishermen. A gentle breeze carried with it the rancid smell of dead fish. John immediately regretted being in a suit and ...