For most of the afternoon, things were relatively quiet in the dimly lit hallway. Occasionally someone would walk past my door, but there wasn’t sufficient clamor to warrant closing it.
For nearly an hour I had been sitting on the sofa intently reviewing my notes and perusing the day’s agenda. My attention would have probably remained undisturbed if not for a mysterious phantom rushing past my door.
When I got up to investigate, I noticed others across the hall following suit.
As we collectively laid eyes on this charging presence in the distance, I knew exactly what I was looking at: Oprah Winfrey. And she was in a hurry.
I stepped back into my dressing room and quickly glanced up at the television monitor where Oprah was bolting ...