In November, while touring County Kerry in Ireland, I drove around Slea Head on the Dingle Peninsula and stopped at Coomenole Beach. To get to the beach you walk down a cliff side staircase. I walked down to take some pictures. I got a little cocky and walked further down the beach to a place where the waves were coming all the way in to the cliff face. They weren't that high - covering, at most, the rubber soles of my sneakers.
That's when Mother Nature put a warning shot across my bow. A big wave came in and soaked me up to my knees. While drying off on the cliffs, I realized that if that wave were a little higher, or I was further down the beach, it could have carried me out into the Atlantic Ocean. Nobody would have heard my cries.
Where am I going with this? Last Monday, my boss was let go. He was the best boss that I've had in my career and I had the pleasure of working for him for just over three years. We've had a couple fun adventures together in Ireland.
I used to think moving to Ireland would be like heaven. But to quote Doug McKenzie from Strange Brew: "Now he's not here, and I've got two soakers... this isn't heaven, this sucks."
Yes, I have been blessed with this opportunity, but having my boss let go just before I'm set to begin an international assignment has left me feeling like I did back on Coomenole Beach - a bit scared that I'll be carried out to sea.
If nothing else, perhaps I'll get some great pictures.
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"Ride the Horse in the direction it is going" You will be fine. I am sorry about your boss but as you said, you have a family to care for. I am so excited you are staying on the adoption list. You and Beth have lots of love and family to support you. Ah, sorry about the snow blower!
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