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Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

– Robert Frost

Dear Jack ~ it was a chilly afternoon that September afternoon in 1875, copper dust was in the air and a gathering of the minds was taking place. Donned in full construction clad, with iron chaff underneath their fingernails, the construction of Libertas, the Roman goddess, was complete. Constructed in France, a decade later on June 17, 1885, over 200,000 people lined the docks of lower Manhattan to watch the French steamer Iserè carry the Statue of Liberty to her to final resting place in New York harbor.

High atop her brazen figure stands her crown, for which she is named.  At 204 metric tons her skin is an inch thick and her peak approaches 305 feet.  Little did they know, the men who forged her faced a dilemma for the ages…  at the time, airplanes had yet to be a figment of anyone’s imagination so it would have been just as easy to let the details atop her head remain undefined of detail.  No one would ever see above her crown yet these men chartered a course.  They decided at that quorum that no detail would be spared and the intricacies of each and every strand of hair would be complete just as the rest of her was; immense and finite detail.

What’s my point?  You know my point.

Short cuts are easy.  Compromise is the norm.  Conceding takes zero effort.  You need to dig deep. Remember these men who spent a decade of their life building one of our nation’s greatest symbols.  Could they have settled?  Absolutely.  Would anyone have known?  Perhaps not immediately, but little did these forbearers know, that a century later the world would stare into her eyes and hundreds of thousands of visitors a year would look from atop, not below, via aircraft and helicopter.

Jack, you are a maverick in the making.  Your job is to blaze trails and create opportunity where none exists; in that order.  You come from a long line of renegades who have never waited for the sky to open up and the sea to part.  Because of that, your future looks to be a bright one.  One day the ball will be passed off to you.  Take it.  Run with it.  And never look back.


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