Sunday is spiritual day.
“On a winter’s day in 1893, Mohandas K. Gandhi boarded a train in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa. He was ejected from the first-class compartment because of his color, despite having a ticket. When he protested, he was thrown from the train and parked in a freezing waiting room while the railway authorities took charge of his suitcases.
“The cold was extremely bitter,” he wrote. “My over-coat was in my luggage but I did not dare to ask for it lest I should be insulted again, so I sat and shivered.”
The episode marks the beginning of the mission that made India an independent state and Gandhi a twentieth-century saint.” Harvard Business Review January, 2007.
Who isn’t vain enough to want to be cast in a heroic mold? And what will we do when our tests come?