When the taxi was late, I began to feel annoyed. On the eve of the promotion of my new book, after a long flight, I was exhausted and eager to get to the hotel as soon as possible. In the end, the taxi arrived. The driver is a tall, strong African-American, like a mix of George Foreman and a villain in the movie King Kong Goldfinger. I decided not to look at his face.
On the way to the hotel, the driver Terry apologized to me for the reason of the late arrival, and encountered a slight collision of the car on the way. He asked me what to do in Los Angeles. I told him that I was promoting a new book, “Why Your Life Will Get Bad – How Do You Deal with It.” Terry whispered softly: “I can use this book.”