When I was a child, I once got separated from my mother in a shopping mall. Instead of panicking, I sat down on the carpet in front of a display of color televisions and waited.
Her advice, “Don’t go off with strangers,” was foremost in my mind, yet everyone around me was a stranger. I finally stood up and looked for a nice stranger. Just as I was about to approach her, my mother appeared.
What lesson did I learn then? What lesson did I take with me to Paris and Spain last week? I got lost more than I want to admit and was surprised at how my instinct was to panic. Where was the positive attitude I wrote about in one of my recent columns?