As she was leaving, the police officer said, “Thank you for your time, Ms. Holt, and I am sorry you had to experience this today. Please know the remains have been brought to the coroner’s office for an autopsy. We assume it was a heart issue based on her medical history.” “Remains,” the word hung in the air, hollow and cold. Not a woman. Not a person—just remains…“‘Remains’ is such an interesting word. It implies that the woman has gone somewhere else and left her body behind.”

Regina Holt has the world by the tail. She lives by the motto, “Never let the tyranny of the urgent determine the course of your life.” She can cut through the noise of daily work and focus on what matters. She has elevated several companies that have utilized her skills, and at the same time, she has elevated herself. However, at this moment, all her skills are called into question at the sight of the dead body lying in front of her.

At the start of her career, she heard someone say, “Don’t let your day job keep you from accomplishing what is important.” She took this philosophy to heart, and it paid off. Earlier today, she had been explaining it to a corporate board. She told them, “We often go to work each day with countless urgent tasks pulling us here and then there. Many of these tasks feel important, but very few of them will help you fulfill your company goals. Sometimes, we even use these daily activities as an excuse to avoid working on more significant issues because the more substantial work is difficult. Then, we chalk our lack of progress up to being too busy.”

She walked out of the board meeting feeling satisfied because she had set a goal of serving as a consultant for ten Fortune 500 companies before she took her business to the next level. This company was her tenth. As planned, her next step was to launch a curriculum to a broader audience based on all she had learned. She was growing in expertise, recognition, and income, and she would not stop there. That is when she entered the women’s restroom and had her confidence shattered.

As she stepped into the ladies room, something was not right. The air seemed stifled. Then she saw it—the body of a woman about her age was lying motionless on the cold tile floor; she looked as if she was staring at something beyond the ceiling. Regina reached out to check on her, but the body had already begun to grow cold.

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