Helping clients find their voices
My first dog, Storm, was a mix of terrier breeds, or, as my brother and I put it, “a mixed-up terrier.” He had a white streak on his forehead that my brother and I thought resembled a lightning bolt. Storm barked incessantly, climbed trees, and once bit a priest in the foot.
On a trip to London, the airline lost my luggage. My bag was not going to show up before I had to meet with clients, so I had to go shopping. I had no idea where to go. I explained my situation to my cabbie, and he decided to function as my personal shopper. At one point I found him considering a collection of pajamas. When I walked up, he turned and said, “Sir, will you be needing a sleeping suit?”