I recently met Natasha, a petite fifty-year-old woman, who told me the following story.
“When I was seven or eight years old,” she said,” I ran extremely fast. I often won races, but I was mostly interested in the three-legged race where I ran with a partner and one of my legs was tied to hers.”
“I did that when I was a kid,” I said. “It can sure slow you down.”
“That depends on whether or not you have the right partner.”
“I was pretty slow,” I said, “so I always picked the fastest boy to run...
Published on February 23, 2016 03:00