Lessons on Resilience from my Dad
If there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such brash assurance, you had to like him, even if you weren’t inclined to. His voice was loud, his sneeze was thunderous, his laugh was a lion’s roar. He didn’t care if you thought he was too loud. He didn’t even notice. Bill was the only child of adoring parents, and he lived his life assuming that you would adore him too. He was charming, chatting