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CHAPTER ONE - Page 6
Omens Of Tragedy
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After checking in and dropping our bags in our rooms, we went
our separate
ways. My sense of unease didn't go away, but kept eating at
me. Something
felt wrong though I didn't know what -- but instead of
exploring this
intuition, I listened to my intellect and speculated that
maybe I was
coming down with a cold. Together with two dozen other
entrepreneurs all
seeing how they could improve on themselves and their
business, I worked
through the eight-hour Strategic Coach program, applying
myself to
personal-development exercises and strategies.
As four-thirty approached, I felt a strange rush, an influx
of nervous
energy. Usually when this happens, it's because I've drunk
too much coffee.
But today, around 10 a.m., I'd decided to drink only water
and had done just
that for the rest of the day.
When the event finally ended, Jim and I got talking about a
competitor of
mine. Suddenly, I found myself tearing strips off this guy in
a way that was
completely out of character for me. I was really pumped and
unleashed quite a
scathing critique. As soon as Jim and I parted, I felt bad
about what I'd
said. I didn't feel right in my stomach.
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