When I was twenty I saved up and bought a round-trip ticket to Rome. I had never been out of the country and wanted to test my metal as a young man. It was time for this novice to explore the unknown. However, sitting for five hours on the floor in O’Hare airport cursing the weather which delayed my connecting flight had me wondering if I’d made a huge mistake. So much for my manly metal. Frustration compounded once I boarded my flight and discovered I was seated in the middle seat of the middle section in the middle of the 777. Little did I know seated next to me for twelve hours of cramped coach “luxury” was one of my life’s biggest lessons.