It’s 7:50am and I see I have 2 voice mail messages on my phone as I drive down the canyon from my mountain home. I don’t think much of it, other than I don’t recognize the numbers. My office is off a main, somewhat rural, highway on a horse ranch that is a 40-acre sanctuary in the midst of what is becoming suburban sprawl. I get to my office and play the first voice mail, which is from a concerned passerby who saw my horse on the wrong side of the fence- the highway side. I check the time he left the message- 6:45am. Emotional overwhelm kicks in. I start to panic. It’s now 7:50am, and my first client of the day will be...
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