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I was standing in line at Subway, placing my order, when the choking man got up from his chair. Cola was running from his mouth down the front of his shirt. He could not breathe, and fear was in his eyes. He put his hands over his throat. He leaned over the counter to try and force the food up. I stepped behind him. And I gave him the Heimlich maneuver.
The start of the new job is, thus far, all trepidation with very little celebration. The idea that something's going to hit me that I won't be prepared for. The idea that I won't solve problems the way others would. I don't want to disappoint.
I decided that it would belong to me, that it was mine. I fought for it, acted like I deserved it, convinced myself that I did deserve it. And it was done. Mine. I just had to want it. He pulled me in for the job interview. I was unprepared, so I had to rely on what I knew. I had to not be afraid of making mistakes. And I had to believe, more than anything, that I was the best man for the job. It was mine.
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