Why Words Matter
I will never forget the day. My freshmen year of college, one of my required classes was English Literature. Honestly, I was less than thrilled. English Lit was not on my bucket list.
It was a cold afternoon in Ohio and I hustled from my dorm to beat the train going through the campus. I arrived early enough to find a good seat at the "back" of the room. (Yes, that's right, in those days I was a back seater student. The last thing I wanted was to get stuck in the front :-)
The professor walked in a few minutes late, cooly strolling in wearing a tweed jacket looking a lot like Jack Black would today.
In a passionate voice he introduced himself glancing at his new students in the room. "Welcome everyone! I am your Professor, Dr. Davis. But rather than thinking of me as yet another teacher, think of me as a GUIDE on your journey."
I looked around the room to see...
