This is the first chapter of my book The DART Principle.
June 24, 1980. It started as the first part of my summer vacation. It ended as the worst day of my life.
This is the first chapter of my book The DART Principle.
June 24, 1980. It started as the first part of my summer vacation. It ended as the worst day of my life.
When I entered the meeting room, nobody was there. I took a seat and waited. Waited longer. Patiently. Fifteen minutes after the agreed time, Allen finally entered. He was seemingly breathless and after a brief “Hello” he already started to indulge in excuses. “You know”, he started, “I wanted to bring a print-out with me