I stumbled upon a New York Times article about why we take risks. On their website, they have asked readers to answer the question, What is the biggest risk you have ever taken and why did you take it?
I found the answers fascinating. Currently there are 179 replies and counting. Then I started thinking about posing the question to Cedars. What is the biggest risk you've ever taken, why did you take it, and how did it work out?
Mine was quitting a good job, leaving my family and friends behind, and moving with my wife of six months to a new city (Seattle) where I had no friends and no job. I did it because I hated the concrete glare of Los Angeles. It was a smart move for me. I can't imagine ever leaving the Pacific NW.
If you would like to contribute your greatest risk, just click on the comments link below. You can even leave it anonymously, if you like.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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The biggest risk I’ve taken was pack up everything in Cincinnati and moving to the Seattle with Nancy in 1987. Neither of us had jobs (I had the potential of some consulting work) our relationship was only three months old, and we left behind a large circle of friends and a church we loved. We did have the advantage of at least knowing some people in the Seattle area: my brother lived in Seattle, and another couple from our Cincinnati church had recently moved to Bellevue.
We emptied out my checking account to rent a 24-foot truck, packed it with everything we owned, along with a sailboat we had agreed to deliver to someone in Seattle, and, dragging Nancy’s car behind, left Cincinnati after church on a Sunday. As it turned out, our agreement to deliver the boat, and the $500 fee we received for that, just covered the gas from Cincinnati to Seattle (things were cheaper then). We drove across the country, with side trips to Mount Rushmore and Yellowstone, in six days, the worst part of the trip being the long 10-mile-an-hour grind on I-90 up the hill from the Columbia River at Vantage to the rest area at Ryegrass Summit. Once we got there, I knew it was almost all downhill from there. Well, there was Snoqualmie Pass, but that was a piece of cake compared to Ryegrass.
As it turned out, it was a good decision for both, in spite of the bumps along the way.
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