Today’s snow reminded me. During a similar snowfall in 1996, two of us came into the office – the owner and I. He lived in Manhattan, two blocks from the office, and I in Brooklyn. I went mostly on foot and a little on the sable. Then the owner told me about his father.

His father also had a business, whose office was located between the 30th and 40th floors of some skyscraper. Once his working day did not work. There was no electricity in the building this morning. They promised to restore from hour to hour, but something didn’t go well. I didn't want to go home - I didn't smile to walk down the dusty stairs in the heat. Suddenly, to his surprise, a man entered the door. Dry and sweaty. He was a candidate who came for an interview. The father forgot about him and thought about all these messes, and he was only 5 minutes late. He entered, presented himself, apologized for the delay and appearance, and not a word of complaint. I am at your disposal, ask questions. The owner did not ask questions, he just said you were accepted.