I was standing in the San Francisco airport when my left arm and neck went numb, my heart started racing, and I was sure I was having a heart attack. The EKG came back normal. My doctor told me that if I didn't learn to reduce my stress, the next one would be real. That was the cost of decades of working hard on terms I had never stopped to examine. Last week, a 22-year-old described what I was missing better than I ever have: "Our generation recognizes a bad deal when