He is one of the gentle types but also a growth-oriented professional who sought the best for himself and his office staff. He quickly became one of the staff during our workshops and, incidentally, was a joy to spend free time with. He also had a wonderful sense of humor. What I discovered about him was his courage, as it takes courage to be with one’s own voice, and he wanted this for all those who worked for and with him.
I mentioned in a previous essay the special daylong workshops where only eight professionals who were close to each other and knew much about each other came together. Our purpose for the session was to assist each participant in confronting and dealing with portions of their histories they were unable to get rid of or at least be able to shelve. I thought that their relationships would help, not hinder, this brief but difficult journey into their pasts.
I laid out the parameters for the session, and we began with each of us, including myself, briefly writing about those issues. Without my prompting, the one I write about stood up and began his story. In minutes he began to cry, and each one of us with him. He told a poignant story. A genuine dialogue took place, and it was clear that the experiences he suffered were not unique.
At the close of the day, it was as if each of us had lost lots of extra pounds. It was a cathartic experience and a remarkable one not to be forgotten. I did the necessary research and preparation, but he led the way to make it happen. It is always a human endeavor.
Events will happen—Am innocent yet suffer—This is our own life
Want to be the best?—Be a student, be the best—You are able