Did you ever hear the saying, “Dead as a DoDo?” Imagine this is a nickname you didn't ask for, a name that says that you're so much of an outsider, you should be ignored because you're non-existent.  That’s what happened to me when I moved at age seven to a small suburb 30 miles west of Chicago in 1953. We’d come from rural Alabama, which to my new playmates, could just as well have been the moon. It pinched my spirit. Why couldn’t they just call me by my true name.

Is it better to have a career through which you become expert at one thing, sticking with it through your working life or should you pursue an array of different careers, never becoming exceptional at any of them. Like the show “Let’s make a Deal” do you choose the prize behind the “deep and narrow” door or the “broad and wide” door? Which has the most satisfying treasure potential? If you choose one door only to discover the prize isn’t what you expected or wanted, you won’t be satisfied. You’ll have regrets. Then what do you do?