Tonight, a group of students from the venerable Stephens College will get together and listen to a rapidly-graying, slightly-addled, hyphen-loving-father-of-two babble on about the lessons of a misspent youth.
Why would they bother?
They’re being offered free pizza and stuff. And maybe, just maybe, one or two of them might read between the lines of All the Difference and avoid some of the world-class mistakes I made through the years.
Because, in the words of sage pudding spokesmodel Bill Cosby, if they’re not careful they just might learn something before they’re done.
I’ve got about two dozen pieces of advice to give them this evening in a little talk called “All the Difference.”
It’s bittersweet, but I’ve screwed up a lot in my years here. I like to think I learned a thing or two dozen.
I’ve given this talk a few times, revised it a few, and before this go-round, I asked some of my partners if they had any advice worth sharing.
I now believe I have the makings of a special little e-book that you might enjoy giving to your son, daughter, niece, or nephew. Maybe.
I’m not sure … maybe it’s just a bloviating pile of noise. But the pictures are cool. If you’re interested in a copy while it’s still a work-in-progress, just let me know.
Do you have any lessons learned?
What’s the one piece of advice you’d pass along to graduating seniors as you look back on the many roads diverged in your life lived? I’d love to read yours in the comments.
I promise you a free copy of the book … and maybe some free pizza and stuff.
Now, get off my lawn …