Twenty-eight years ago, on April 1st, I packed my car with clothes, toiletries, a printer, and a bulky desktop computer. I pointed my little Acura Vigor toward Austin, Texas, where I knew exactly three people—two nieces and a nephew. I had no job waiting, no apartment lined up, and very little cash. But I had a dream.
I had decided to build a business as a communication consultant, helping executives speak confidently in front of large audiences. I didn’t know exactly how I would do it—but I knew I had to try.
