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PI -As I was writing this book, my mother had a stroke and was rushed into the intensive care unit for 35 days. As I was sitting by her bedside and she was teetering between life and death, I realized that my resume was no help at all. All the books I’d written were of little use. My bank account was of limited use. The only thing I could draw on to help her—and myself—was whatever I had gathered by sitting quietly, building up my inner reserves
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