I left Coronado according to my original schedule, and drove to Huntington Beach. Paul greeted me at his gate with a huge hug. What comfort. He carried my enormous bag into the house and up the stairs to my room. I danced with the puppies. It felt good to be there – not to mention that I overshot my exit off the freeway and ended up in east LA. Yea…but everything turned OK. It just took a really… long… time… to… get…to…the…house… Needless to say, I was a bit tired when I arrived, and utterly thrilled to be safe. But all’s well that end’s well. We had a long, delightful meal that evening, at his favorite restaurant, and we ate for hours. My kind of dining. Where does the time go?
My two days there were lovely, and as I left, Paul gave me a pep talk, that only the soul brother that he is, could deliver. His words sunk in and resonated with me. I drove away feeling powerful and full of potential, smiling, yet sad to leave, once again. My drive to Palo Alto was uneventful and I arrived on time. I checked into my hotel and freshened up before I left to pick up my son from his dorm. I was so excited and nervous. “Oh, please, don’t let this OUCH me.”
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