“To love is to stop comparing.” Someone once wrote.
This particular afternoon, I couldn’t help myself.
“I have nothing in common with Greg Mortenson,” I thought myself after hanging up the phone.
I’d just received a call from the Carson City Library inviting me to present my show “Soulcycler” as an opener for the best-selling author’s upcoming appearance in Carson City.
Humbled by the invitation, I set down the phone and my mind began to whirl.
“Why me?” I thought. “I’m nothing. A nobody. Yes, I had ridden a bicycle around the globe, and lent a hand along the way, but that was the extent of it. I was certainly no Greg Mortenson.”
Several weeks past, and I found myself doing research.
When I pulled up Mortenson’s website, (www.gregmortenson.com), I became even more aware of the whose shadow I stood beneath.
Mortenson’s resume’ read like that of a Nobel recipient. (He’s been nominated twice.)
