Diplomatic Discernment
on Mon, Oct 03, 2016 by · 23 min reading time
The rain was seeping through his clothes again. He should have worn some slick-aways, but he was in a rush to get to work when he left this morning. The chill of the Portland dawn was starting to affect his concentration; however, he was about to arrive at The United World Headquarters. Living close to his office was a dream. After years of tele-transporting, Randal felt positive about being able to stroll through the streets. Even on a day like today, and many days were like this, when the cold …