Humans are, in a sense, a collection of stories-stories about what has happened to us and about who we are. Our stories can be fairly accurate reflections or they can be a little, or even more than a little, off base. Sometimes, if we are lucky, others will point out to us when our inner story seems to be out of whack with our outer story. But sometimes not and we, both as individuals and as institutions fumble on cocooned in our own mythical narrative-harboring a blind spot that threatens to engulf us.