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by Wil Rice IV | Articles
A frigid wind scoured Chicago, but the toddler was burning with a fever. Her parents hovered by her crib and prayed for the storm to blow over. The storm threatening them was not some force outside their damp apartment; it was the spinal meningitis within the body of...
![Why Your Opportunity Looks Like a Problem]()
by Wil Rice IV | Articles
It was like walking through a cloud. The damp, grey air was a wet blanket on my shoulders. The early morning commute from my house to my office is only one hundred yards long, but the cloud rode my shoulders right through the back door to my office like a belligerent...
