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Paul Moxness's avatar

Daily, during the six months before I graduated high school, my mother gave me daily reminders that because I didn't make my bed every day, I was too immature to embark on a gap year in Europe. She was right. I almost died of loneliness, homesickness, and because I left my entire worldly belongings on a bus to Fauske. But visions of her telling me "I told you so" if I gave up and went home, kept me overseas. In the end, my gap year lasted four decades and a week and included a basement-to-boardroom career at a global hotel company which led to speaking engagements at the UN and elsewhere.

My mom still doesn't believe I'm mature enough for anything, but she is proud of me!

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Aurelie Chazal's avatar

I'm still stuck on the fact that your boss expected you to go run at 5AM. What the hell!

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