Lead Us Into Conflict With Your Stories

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They tried to boo me off stage

The red velvet curtain I was standing behind hadn’t even opened yet.

But the audience was already booing me, and I had no idea why.

I had been hired by an oilmen's association in northern Canada to entertain at their winter banquet. These were petroleum workers who ran the remote oil fi…