June 2013: The gift of spilled coffee
A man on a business trip gets the chance to make a most surprising amend
Ten years ago I was leaving a hotel in Atlanta. When I got on the shuttle that would take me to the airport, I spilled coffee all over the elderly driver’s crisp white shirt. I gave him an obligatory “Sorry,” and he said, “That’s OK, don’t worry about it.” I didn’t even give it a second thought. I was too self- absorbed and hungover. I was deep in the throes of alcoholism.
Last week I had to be in Atlanta for business again. My company had set me up for the week at the same exact hotel. Having been sober for 19 months, I saw everything in a whole new light this time.... Login to read more
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