The day before the earthquake hit San Francisco in 1989, I decided I needed to go home a day early. I wasn’t feeling well (I actually had the flu, but didn’t yet know it) and most of my work was done for the moment. It was like a little whisper in my ear telling me it was time to leave.
My boss in 2001 was supposed to fly to Los Angeles on September 11th. For some reason, a little whisper in his ear said “Cancel the trip. Go another day.”
There are all those little whispers out of nowhere. They tell us what to do. They tell us what to avoid. Listen to those whispers.
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