He stole away from formal duties to sit at a student cafe on a campus to try and awaken in himself the mind behind the very early decisions he had made at the beginnings of his working life — which had led, over two decades, to a series of orphan careers, to living by his wits.  He tried not to think, only to sense, to have some response come to him.  It was two hours of watching students, off busy streets, in an environment that allowed them to prepare for their futures, before he noticed that his eyes were repeatedly following their legs, the strength in them, the kind of strength needed to keep them moving even on the frontlines.  He kept watching these many legs till he saw himself step out of a stalled car in a hailstorm, turn, release the brake, and, while manipulating the steering, push the car uphill to the next intersection.  This had happened years before, and offered this day an insight.  It was not the mind that he needed to toughen as much as he needed to strengthen his legs.