I was once handed something significant by a friend who gave me no instruction on what I should do with it. Indeed, it was not even clear what exactly it was that he gave me. I’ll come to that.
Back then—22 years ago—I had the immediate feeling of pride that comes when you’re entrusted with something. Amid the uncertainty, the entruster was indicating two things to me. First, this is important. And second, you are worthy of my trust.
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