The first time I even remember being accused of “giving up” was by my second grade Pee-Wee football coach. It was the third quarter of the Regional finals, we were down by seven and the thought occurred to me that I might be bleeding internally. I mentioned my perceived condition to Tommy Smith, who had also been sitting on the bench for the entire game, and he recommended I share my health concerns with the coaching staff.
Lately I have been thinking about how I tend to separate myself from things that make me uncomfortable by prefacing them with the word “the.” I don’t know why I do it, or when I made the decision to use this three-letter preface, but I did.
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I was thinking the other day about barriers … you know, those symbolic “things” that someone at some time just decided would cause an educated human being to stop and say to another educated human being, “wait, there is one of those universally-recognized barrier symbol thingies – we need to stop, re-group and consider an alternative to our originally-intended plan of action.”
Lately, I have been thinking about titles and how the appropriate title for the right position can somehow bring credibility and clarity to an organizational chart.
Lately I have been thinking about change, the adversity to change and the proper speed at which change can happen without causing undue side effects.
Running a non-profit agency dedicated to improving the quality of life in the communities we serve is a pretty tall order. In many ways, the order is so tall that it requires the cooperation and enthusiasm of those outside of my traditional sphere of influence (those who receive a paycheck with my signature on it).
