My father, who is a minister, named me after St. Christopher, the third-century martyr.
I’m not a particularly religious person, and I am definitely no saint. (Can I hear an amen?)
But I am pretty good at connecting the dots – finding relationships in data that others don’t see. And what I’ve turned up, when it comes to St. Christopher, is pretty remarkable.
First, consider the fact that there are a disproportionate number of people named Christopher who cover business travel. (Run a Web search on “Christopher” and “business travel” and you’ll turn up most of the names).
It has gotten to the point where some business travel meetings are jokingly referred to as the convention of the Chrises.
Second, I don’t think anyone would argue that the other Chrises aren’t really good at what they do. They know their subject inside-out and write about it with a fervor that might lead some to conclude they had a calling to become business travel writers.
And finally, there is this: St. Christopher is the patron saint of travelers.
So what am I saying?
I don’t know. Maybe our mothers just liked the name Christopher. Then again, maybe there is more to it. Maybe we are doing this for a reason.
For years, I’ve sought to explain my own rescue complex, to no avail.
Somehow, connecting these dots offers a metaphysical explanation for why I do what I do.
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