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We looked up to see John slowly pacing back and forth at the front of the room. He again had on tan slacks, but this time he wore a long-sleeved, black collared shirt with a red Saint John’s emblem. John had been in fantastic shape in his younger years, and although his body had softened, he had aged gracefully. His movements were more deliberate, but his spirits and handshake were as strong as they had been decades earlier.

John waved his hands in the air and sixty-three sets of lips stopped flapping. “I hope everyone has visited.” He looked at a Johnnie in the back row and asked, “What’s her name?” Lucy. “Where is she from?” Salt Lake City, Utah. “Pretty good.”

After peppering a few more students to make sure they were doing their jobs, John said, “Okay, here is a lesson for today.” He pointed to the chalkboard, where the words WIN and LOSE were written in capital letters. He moved closer to the board and pointed at the letters as he spoke. “The W stands for Work. The N is for Now, not some convenient time later.”