As I finally settle down into a chair in the Nashville airport, exhausted by flight confusion and a week of nonstop teenage creativity (more on that in a second), I can't help but think how appropriate my location is. Beyond the immediately apparent Music City connection, Nashville speaks to me as a metropolis of opportunity. Even in the airport, strains of live music echo through the terminal, made louder by the acoustics in the restaurant hub.
It's a place of dreams where passionate people work ordinary jobs waiting for their chance to be extraordinary. And yet, so many[…]
