Don’t know if this is the same thing, but it was an example of my own prejudice. I was attending a lesson on demographics, which sounded like a real snoozer to start with. Then the instructor walked in, and he had to be at least 85 years old — a stooped, reed of a man with thin gray hair who hobbled slowly to the podium. You could feel the very atmosphere in the room yawn
Then he opened his mouth to speak, and I still wonder at way he charged the room with laughter and excitement. He had lived through many generations of change in our country and had studied the demographics in a fascinating way. We were all amazed at how interesting and pertinent that topic was to the world of business.
I’ll never look at an elderly person, or any person for that matter, again without stopping to thing about how Bud changed my mind about first perceptions.
