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A Dream–Converge 2035

In this episode, Echoes of Giants: A Dream Panel at Converge 2035

The year is 2035, and the world has changed. I didn't attend AGS/GIA Converge in Carlsbad, at least not in the way we once did. Instead, I sat in my living room, surrounded by the shimmering holograms of friends' posts.

In a dream, lectures floated before me in glowing 3D, memories made tangible—yet behind the futuristic spectacle, something old stirred inside me. It was a pull back to the years I spent at GIA from 1987 to 2014, a time of tactile learning, not holographic projections.

Two familiar faces appeared first: Dr. Jim Shigley, whose quiet generosity I'd relied on countless times, and John Koivula, whose incredible microphotography once graced our alumni newsletter, Facts on the Fly.

Their holographic presence felt so real it nudged me into a dream—one where time dissolved, and I found myself in a ballroom where past and future coexisted. A panel was about to begin, not just of peers, but of giants.

Richard T. Liddicoat Jr. — Mining for People, Now Asking You

Mr. Liddicoat appeared first, his posture steady and his gaze unwavering, just as I remembered from my student days. My chest tightened as I watched him—the kind man who once asked me about my plans after graduation now seemed alive once more.

He looked out over the crowd. "What are your plans after graduation?" he asked, his voice still rich and deliberate. A young student raised her hand, her voice trembling.

"Mr. Liddicoat, how do you identify potential in someone beyond their grades?"

I leaned forward, the question echoing my own youthful uncertainty.

"It's not just about what they know," he said, pausing with characteristic weight. "It's about curiosity, resilience, and the willingness to nurture others. That's how the future of gemology shines." As I heard it again, decades later, I realized he hadn't just seen diamonds in people. He had seen it in me.

G. Robert Crowningshield — Grace Under Pressure, Live and Unflustered

Then came Robert Crowningshield, tall and steady, with his manicured handlebar mustache twitching, smiling as if the years had never passed. He chuckled, recalling my infamous slide carousel mishap during his synthetic diamond lecture. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks all over again.

"The panic in your eyes, Mr. Ball," his holographic self teased, "I remember it well." The audience laughed, and I laughed too, caught between embarrassment and a profound gratitude for his grace.

"How do you maintain composure when everything is going wrong?" someone asked.

He smiled knowingly. "Setbacks are opportunities for grace. A good recovery often impresses more than a flawless presentation." As he said it, I could still sense the quiet dignity he carried that night, inspiring me with a simple wink of his eye.

James Lucey — Lighting the Fire, Igniting New Passion

Then the air itself seemed to spark—Jim Lucey strolled onto the stage, flamboyant as ever. I felt my heart race; he always had that effect.

"Mr. Lucey," a student called, "how do we keep the passion for natural stones alive in a world of synthetics and AI grading?"

He raised his arms, eyes burning bright. "You've got to love the gems! If you don't love it, how can anyone else?" That spark, ignited so long ago in me, flared up again in an instant—a timeless reminder that passion surpasses technology.

Tawfic Farah — The Connector, Bridging Digital Divides

Tawfic Farah appeared next, his gentle smile as warm as I remembered. My throat tightened when he spoke my name—"Patrick"—with that same quiet kindness.

"Mr. Farah," came the question, "how do we build connections in an increasingly digital, global industry?"

He nodded, his holographic form glowing softly. "Technology connects us, yes. But meaning comes from laughter, shared meals, and the bridges we build between cultures." In that moment, I could smell the bread we'd once shared at a long-ago dinner, his lesson now ringing even truer in this holographic age.

Dr. Jim Shigley — The Steady Scientist, Guiding Future Research

Then came the Doc. Jim Shigley appeared, calm and steady, and I felt that same comfort I once did when he walked into any alumni gathering.

"Dr. Shigley," a student asked, "what remains the biggest challenge in gemology today?"

"Curiosity," he replied. "The biggest mystery is always in what we haven't yet observed." His words settled over me like a quiet truth: science changes, but his generosity of spirit never did.

John Koivula — Through the Lens, Revealing Hidden Worlds

Then John Koivula held up a quartz crystal, its phantom inclusions magnified across the holographic screen. I leaned in instinctively—I'd seen that same wonder in his eyes decades ago.

"Mr. Koivula," came the question, "what advice do you have for microphotographers in the age of AI imaging?"

His voice was firm, proud. "AI can enhance, but it cannot see with your wonder. Your lens is not just a tool—it's your vision." He had once shared his vision with our alumni newsletter; now, he was gifting it to the future.

Zig Ziglar — Re-Firing the Spirit

Finally, Zig Ziglar appeared and walked to the front, his holographic form as vibrant as the man himself. He might not have been a gemologist, but his books influenced my career just as much as any mentor. With unmistakable flair, he delivered Ken Blanchard's famous line:

"You don't retire—you re-fire!"

The crowd leapt to their feet, applause thundering through the ballroom.

When I awoke, the applause still ringing in my ears, the ballroom had vanished. But the lessons remained, alive and immediate.

Maybe it was only a dream, or perhaps it was a reminder: that curiosity, generosity, passion, connection, and faith in the future aren't bound by time or technology. They're waiting for us to call them forward, to keep them alive in the work we do now.

Like Zig said, we're not finished. We're re-fired.

I'm Patrick Ball. Stay curious. Ask questions. See you in the next episode.

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