One of the first things they asked me to do was submit a photo of my hero. It was a cute get-to-know-you kind of a thing. Everyone had done it, leaving the kitchen's partition wall crowded with little portraits.
Here, Einstein. There, Madonna. And all manner of hero in between.
Weeks of ignoring the request segued seamlessly into weeks of laboring over a decision. Who to choose? What about me should my choice represent? Whose picture would one care to look at lunch after lunch? Had my co-workers been stumped so?
Anyways. Once I decided, I never looked back.
