"I was the top salesperson in my company," says William Jones, now a private entrepreneur. "At the company Christmas party, my boss gave me a shoe shine kit right there in front of the entire staff. He did it because he thought he could get away with it. It was his way of slapping me down a notch, or so he thought. When we should have been celebrating my team's financial success for the year, he made it personal."
Any writer, looking back over even so short a span of time as I am here forced to assess, finds that the things which hurt him and the things which helped him cannot be divorced from each other; he could be helped in a certain way only because he was hurt in a certain way; and his help is simply to be enabled to move from one conundrum to the next--one is tempted to say that he moves from one disaster to the next.