the backbone

[sergebroom]

Someone I used to work with before he moved on to greener pastures wrote today to ask how I was doing, and to express his surprise at my retirement because, in his opinion, I had been the backbone of my old team. That was a nice thing to hear, but frustrating too. All too often in the 28 years I worked there, I went thru the days and nights without even a pat on the back, without a sense that I truly mattered. I’d get feedback years later, long after it could have made a difference. So it goes, I guess.