“Dad… my sister won’t wake up,” my son whispered, trembling. I rushed my starving kids to the hospital, terrified. But as the nurse checked our insurance, she stared at me in shock and said, “Your wife isn’t on a work trip. Her card was just used to pay for the delivery of her new baby with…”

I answered with a distracted, “Hello?”

The boardroom of my downtown firm was humming with the low, sterile drone of corporate strategy. Spreadsheets bled across the glowing projector screen, and twelve expectant faces waited for me to dissect the quarterly projections. I had my pen poised over a legal pad, ready to dismantle a flawed marketing budget.continue reading …