Every semester, I put this question to my students. They always say the intern.
They’re always wrong.
Here’s the story. Neil Armstrong — yes, the Neil Armstrong — was once at a dinner honoring some of the most accomplished people in the world. Nobel laureates. Artists. People who had built extraordinary things with their lives. And by most accounts, he spent the evening looking around the room and thinking something like: everyone here has done something remarkable. All I did was go where I was sent. What am I doing here?
The first human being to set foot on another world felt like the least qualified person in the room.
