During my early cruising years, sailing through the Inside Passage in Alaska, I once delivered a session I thought had gone perfectly. Slides crisp. Timing flawless. Every activity in place. By the next day, no one remembered much. That evening, at the crew bar, watching glaciers drift past the porthole, a cabin steward turned to me and said, “Kketan, your sessions are good. But they don’t sound like us.” I hadn’t expected that. But I needed it. I had delivered the training —