THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2012, 11:57 PM


Call me Jack. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no idea what I wanted to do with my life, I thought I would follow the path that seemed to have been laid out for me. Of course, if I knew then what I know now, I would have chosen differently.

As I sit here in this office, nursing a glass of Maker's Mark to help ease the last few minutes along, I can only think about how the world as I know it will soon come to an end. Deep down I probably knew that something was wrong, but I was too slow to act. And now, having done too little to stop these events from unfolding, I'm left with knowing that the world will pay dearly for my failure.

I'm not looking forward to facing what's on the other side of that door. It's coming for me, and I don't have much time left.

Martin Luther King said that the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. That being the case, my time to be measured is quickly approaching.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

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