A Rainy Road To Success
Finding relaxation amidst the storm
The random word is Leaden
Anthony left before the sun rose. He estimated that it would take four hours to get there. His appointment was set for eleven a.m.
He intended to arrive before the meeting. Any risk had to be avoided because that meeting had the potential to boost his business.
It was halfway when he noticed leaden clouds on the far horizon. The moment he arrived, a cloud burst surrounded him. He had to make a 30-minute stop.
He dialed the client nervously. The client requested a three-hour postponement of the meeting because he was stuck somewhere.
Anthony said “No problem.”
Originally published in Medium
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Ainy Abraham
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Your tenacity is truly remarkable. Keep pushing through any obstacles in your path.