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As the sun hides its head
Another nights rest
And the wind sings
Its same old song
And you on the edge
Never close, never far
Always there
When I needed a friend
But it′s hard living life
On this memory-go-round
Always up, always down
Spinning ’round and ′round and ’round
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
They moved my work desk to a new location, about 10 feet from John’s. He sat in a quiet corner diagonally from mine. He mostly sat on his desk, on his bone-conduction headset, as he conducted his meetings. Dutifully, he ran his routine. He arrives early in the morning, puts down his bag, and puts his coat on the coat rack. Upon ending his day, he reverses this ritual.
I had the opportunity to consult with him on several issues. He spoke calmly and confidently, though without ego. We teamed up to discuss challenges and pondered them together; we brainstormed. John could’ve easily directed or instructed you to “do it this way,” but instead, he persuaded you. In a world of ‘carrot’ and ‘stick’ people, he is a ‘carrot’ person.