Why Coaching Really Works

My car was low, bright red and Italian. It was as precious to me as a Ferrari although it was a very modest Fiat 850 coupe. It attracted admiring glances in the bright spring sunshine. There was a snag. It had picked that day, outside the local shops, to ...

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