The destiny of the world is determined less by the battles that are lost and won than by the stories it loves and believes in.
Perhaps the most memorable lesson I ever learned about becoming an adult occurred at the most unexpected place and time: in a crowded restaurant on Secretary’s Day, April 1986. Still a teenager and a freshman in college, I had a part-time job at a local furniture manufacturing company. My father was an executive there, and he helped me get a job as a file clerk in the personnel office. I discovered that each year on that day, all the bosses took their administrators and clerical staff out to lunch. That meant a free lunch for me.
To make it easy, the company reserved every seat in a local ...