A long time ago, I went on a weekend college trip where the main speaker at the event made a huge impact on my 19-year-old heart. I returned home to a large family gathering of at least 35 people. My mother was always enthusiastic about such gatherings and worked at a clipped pace, smiling throughout—a picture of frenetic energy.
I had a tape of one of the talks that I desperately wanted my mom to listen to with me, and I told her so. She looked at me incredulously, in the midst of her hustling and bustling, a deafening crescendo of noise all around, and said, “Later, honey, OK?” In my shocking inability to see beyond my own nose, I expressed disappointment and walked away.
