It’s just after 11pm and I am sitting in my hotel, a little restless and I can’t stop looking at the door. I keep thinking I can walk out of this place anytime, so why am I feeling so claustrophobic? I resist the urge to get dressed and go for a walk, knowing full well…
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that :)