Maybe I had the analogy all wrong. Perhaps I am not the low branch waiting to bear fruit, but rather a fruit myself, ripe and laying on the ground, ready to spread my own roots. Being from a family with a legacy of involvement and excellence forces me to consider my own responsibility to that legacy. Can I truly pick my own path, or do I owe it to my legacy to find some way to use the inhereited platform, before it is gone forever. As the current generation in power dies out I’m left with progressively less time to make a decision.


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