Comments on: Is the L-E-A-D-E-R around? http://stoshdwalsh.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/is-the-l-e-a-d-e-r-around/ Life through the lens of Leadership Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:04:52 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: vasilissa http://stoshdwalsh.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/is-the-l-e-a-d-e-r-around/#comment-26 vasilissa Thu, 01 May 2008 15:40:46 +0000 http://stoshdwalsh.wordpress.com/?p=23#comment-26 Well, I suppose, God intends something else for that little human being. Maybe she will be stronger, more selfconfident, safer just because she'll learn that there is no sholder to rest on for an unlimited time, but hers. And, maybe, just maybe, it's better for her this way. Well, I suppose, God intends something else for that little human being. Maybe she will be stronger, more selfconfident, safer just because she’ll learn that there is no sholder to rest on for an unlimited time, but hers. And, maybe, just maybe, it’s better for her this way.

]]> By: Cathy http://stoshdwalsh.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/is-the-l-e-a-d-e-r-around/#comment-25 Cathy Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:15:18 +0000 http://stoshdwalsh.wordpress.com/?p=23#comment-25 This story touched my heart. I so appreciate you sharing it in your gifted writing style. It seems you were the right person at the right time for her. I hope for her sake there is a constant source of strength, safety and trust in her life. This story reminds me of a quote from Blessed Mother Theresa, "We are all pencils in the hand of God". I wonder, how can I keep myself open to this concept? How can I be His instrument? How can I remember that for every action there is a reaction? How can I remember something else she said, "we shall never know all the good a simple smile can do"? Or in this case, a shoulder offered to rest upon? Thank you for the story! This story touched my heart. I so appreciate you sharing it in your gifted writing style. It seems you were the right person at the right time for her. I hope for her sake there is a constant source of strength, safety and trust in her life.
This story reminds me of a quote from Blessed Mother Theresa, “We are all pencils in the hand of God”. I wonder, how can I keep myself open to this concept? How can I be His instrument? How can I remember that for every action there is a reaction? How can I remember something else she said, “we shall never know all the good a simple smile can do”? Or in this case, a shoulder offered to rest upon?

Thank you for the story!

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