When we were raising our young family, I figured it was a good thing we didn’t live in an apartment. Our pack of loud-mouths would have gotten us kicked out for disturbing the peace. On the farm they could make all the noise they wanted and they sure did.
This remembrance is a time when noisy kids almost cost me a speaking job.
Now, my home is too quiet, but I have memories that make me smile. I doubt if I was smiling when chaos was breaking out as I was trying to have an important phone conversation. Still, yelling at those noisy kids wouldn’t have made a good impression either.
As the world returns to near normal, I hope to have speaking opportunities again. Fingers crossed.
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