You know Kipling’s words, about meeting triumph and disaster? Well, imagine this. You’re in your mid-forties, chief executive of one of Britain’s fastest-growing public companies.
You know Kipling’s words, about meeting triumph and disaster? Well, imagine this. You’re in your mid-forties, chief executive of one of Britain’s fastest-growing public companies. Your personal fortune is in nine figures; you are fast becoming one of the Britain’s top philanthropists; you own a luxury hotel in France. You’re on holiday with your family in Botswana, enjoying the fruits of success; you’re right in the middle of a sentence when suddenly, categorically, you cannot say another word … and you have no idea what’s happening to you. You’re rushed to hospital in South Africa, where a stroke is diagnosed. Back in London, however, a large and benign but potentially life-threatening tumour is discovered, lodged in your brain. There’s a flaw in the diamond, and you face your own mortality.
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