“Name someone, dead or alive, you would like to meet and get to know better” our team building coach asked.

What a stupid question I thought. There was about 40 of us in the training class and with each answer a pattern formed. Jesus was mentioned multiple times as was Gandhi and Mother Theresa. Some chose deceased relatives so they could get answers to their life’s difficulties.

As my turn neared, I contemplated not on what I would say but why I had taken a job I knew I wouldn’t like even though I knew I would perform magnificently. I decided to accept the job because I knew I wasn’t required to learn anything new. And then my grandmothers words boarded my train of thought:

“Every move you make in life should be for the best, never for the worst. And try not to become complacent.”

“Lane” the moderator asked, “Who would you like to meet, dead or alive, and get to know better?”

The answer glowed and blossomed forth from a seed planted long ago by my grandmother; only now I chose to water it:

“Me”.