I grew up in Brasil, so it was normal to be driving up in the hills of Rio and have a dog jump out and chase our car.
Being teens, we’d just stop the car and the dog would stop and not know what to do and just walk away.
We laughed like we were the most clever boys in town.
Well, this applies to all of us: We work hard, chasing something we think we are big enough to tackle.
Then the car stops.
Now what?
Yeah, me. Today.
Lessee.
Image from S Carter
