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“You can't see the water until you run into it. A little boy took off running through it. He got all muddy.”

Quote by Shannon O'Brien

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Shannon O'Brien
Shannon O'Brien

Shannon O'Brien (born April 30, 1959) is an American politician who served as Treasurer of Massachusetts. A Democrat, she was the party's nominee for Governor of Massachusetts in 2002 but lost the election. During her tenure as state treasurer, she focused on fiscal management and policy reforms. Her career also includes work in the private sector in finance and consulting. O'Brien is known for her dedication to public service and analytical skills. more

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