Note: This is, more or less, the text of the talk I gave at the International Startup Festival in Montreal on July 12, 2014.
This is a story that I’ve not told anyone before. It’s a story about how I found myself while finding my work. It’s a work in progress, but I think you’ll get the point.
The church my father served for 21 years – and where I did much of my growing up.
My father was the minister at the big Methodist church at the center of a small Western Pennsylvania town. When I was a kid there was – beyond the Golden Rule – really only one household mandate: unless there was a real possibility that you might meet God face to face, you had to be in church on Sunday.
By church, I mean Sunday school, the 11 o’clock worship service, and social hour afterward…
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