On an ordinary day on the streets of Szeged, as I walked home from a clinic feeling horribly ill, I had a flash of insight: No one would ever miss the contribution I didn’t make. No one would knock on my door and beg me to continue working. If I stopped, or if I pulled back my efforts one bit at a time until I was giving less than my full potential, the loss would go entirely unnoticed. A world that’s missing an important contribution looks ordinary. It is the definition of the status quo.
