Remembering A True Champion For Good
I was standing in front of a man I’d never met, and an incomparable view of the Grand Tetons. I’d arrived the night before as his home had been volunteered for a few guests attending his son Steve’s first Jackson Hole Institute meeting.
“Good morning, I’m Jeanne,” I said.
“Hello, I’m Foster. It’s wonderful to meet you,” he said; “Can I get you some breakfast?”
“No; thank you, that’s not necessary. But do you have coffee?”
“Well I think we can find some for you!”
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