The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma

The Monk Who  Sold His  Ferrari by Robin Sharma
From the book

He collapsed right in the middle of a packed courtroom. He was
one of this country’s most distinguished trial lawyers. He was also
a man who was as well known for the three-thousand-dollar Italian
suits that draped his well-fed frame as for his remarkable string of
legal victories. I simply stood there, paralyzed by the shock of
what I had just witnessed. The great Julian Mantle had been
reduced to a victim and was now squirming on the ground like a
helpless infant, shaking and shivering and sweating like a maniac.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion from that point on.
“My God, Julian’s in trouble!” his paralegal screamed, emotionally
offering us a blinding glimpse of the obvious. The judge looked
panic-stricken and quickly muttered something into the private
phone she had had installed in the event of an emergency. As for
me, I could only stand there, dazed and confused. Please don’t die,
you old fool. It’s too early for you to check out. You don’t deserve
to die like this.
The bailiff, who earlier had looked as if he had been embalmed
in his standing position, leapt into action and started to perform
CPR on the fallen legal hero. The paralegal was at his side, her
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long blond curls dangling over Julian’s ruby-red face, offering him
soft words of comfort, words that he obviously could not hear. 
I had known Julian for seventeen years. We had first met when
I was a young law student hired by one of his partners as a summer
research intern. Back then, he’d had it all. He was a brilliant, hand-some and fearless trial attorney with dreams of greatness. Julian
was the firm’s young star, the rain-maker in waiting. I can still
remember walking by his regal corner office while I was working
late one night and stealing a glimpse of the framed quotation
perched on his massive oak desk. It was by Winston Churchill and
it spoke volumes about the man that Julian was:
Sure I am that this day we are masters of our fate, that the
task which has been set before us is not above our strength;
that its pangs and toils are not beyond my endurance. As
long as we have faith in our own cause and an uncon-querable will to win, victory will not be denied us.

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