A friend recently returned from a trip to Paris. We met at a local cafe for breakfast quiche and lattes so I could see her photos and hear her stories.
After the wonderfully exclusive armchair tour de france, our conversation turned to work. She has seen her hours as a storyteller get cut as school programs have turned away from music, literature, arts and the like. There is no money to fund the extras.
Litigation consulting is no different, I said. Fewer cases are going to trial because they are so costly; lawyers are turning away clients because of new laws on what fees and bills they can collect; lawyers tiring of the rigors of the litigation trail are themselves consulting on cases with colleagues, and the like.
Where's the hope? She reminded me of the prayer: give us THIS day our DAILY bread. While we would love to have the security of weekly or annual bread, it doesn't work like that.
A father who lost his daughter to a drunk driver - the first daughter in the family to graduate high school with honors and go to college - mourned that higher education is no protection.
I continue to revisit the Steve Jobs story: money is no protection from death.
And so it goes.
Why deoderant? I use a form of deodorant that dispenses the product in a dose with a few turns of a little wheel. It's what I need for the day. The toothpaste on the brush is what I need for the day. The water in the bottle, the electricity that fuels my computer, the phone service that allows me to share a call with a sister. It's just enough.
Do I want more? You bet I do. And in the wanting is a humble thanksgiving that my needs are met with assets and resources moment-by-moment.
I am reminded that you can go to a brightly lit theater and not return home. You can date a girl and never know that you will save her life. You can lose a 6 year old daughter on the operating room table.
May we be free from suffering and the root of all suffering - and give us this day our daily deodorant. Thank you.