A man once lamented the time he spent in meetings.“I have this recurring nightmare,” he says. “My wife and five children gather at the cemetery for my funeral. At the close of the service, the funeral director approaches my weeping family and hands them a box containing all my earthly possessions. In the box are 35 years of my annual calendars and diaries. I read over their shoulders as they scan the appointment notes that kept me busy for so many years. It occurs to me how seldom anything of significance was ever accomplished at those gatherings. I turn to look at my tombstone. The epitaph reads, “Daddy has gone to another meeting.”
Dr. Geoff Pound
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