A friend of mine has a memory he still carries from a pizzeria, of all places. He was eight years old, out for a rare family dinner, when his dad turned to him out of nowhere and asked where he wanted to go to college.
He didn’t hesitate. “Harvard,” he said. “Or Yale.”
His dad’s response: “Those are really hard to get into. Maybe you should think about somewhere else.”
Eight years old. And that was the lesson he walked away with: shoot for the middle, because the top is too hard. Don’t dream too big — you’ll only be disappointed. Life can be good enough if you don’t expect too much.
