The last thing Paul wanted was to haul two boxes of unsold books back home, but trading them for magic beans might not be the best option either. While wavering in indecision, an old woman approached. “Are you an author?” she said, hoping against hope he was.

“Yes, I am.” His spirits rose a bit.

“Fantastic! Could you loan our book group a dozen copies of your book?” She couldn’t believe her good fortune.

RECOGNIZE, CHOOSE, ADJUST