I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor. A little more than ten years out of college, one year into the new millennium, and all the late nights, lost weekends, and canceled vacations had led me to this. I paused at the conference room door. Ten feet tall, solid oak, entry by invitation only; walking through it meant more than entering a room. It meant entering a new life and doing my part to take Dr. King’s dream one step further. After a quick prayer I opened the door.
Doug’s executive council, the vice presidents of all the departments, welcomed me on board. Yesterday these same folks wouldn’t have opened their mouths to speak to me. Today I’d become a member of their club.
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