Walk with Me
Wanted: A person who reserves judgment, helps me navigate rough terrains, maybe even pulls me out of quicksand when I lose my footing from time to time, someone who cares about things that are important to me or who will help me live a fuller life.
I met a wonderful woman last week during the NFL playoffs – I don’t even know who won the games because we were engrossed in our conversation for hours. A complete stranger who was younger than me, looked nothing like me, from a different background, and maybe a bit standoffish – I mean we actually did crash their party so an attitude was fair game. But for some reason we were drawn to each other. You know that kind of connection where the formality and niceties that often plague us from really getting to know each other would ruin the flow of the exchange between us? This woman was a walking miracle and you would never know it unless you took the time to ask and listen. The reason she seemed reserved initially is because she was not in a good position to greet me. It’s difficult to turn your head when metal rods are used to recreate portions of your neck; your jaw occasionally still slips out of place when you speak, and you have various disorders of the nervous system caused by two terrible car accidents. She scanned through her cell to share the pictures and showed me the scars. Damn! But what she also shared with me, through her unguarded experience, was everything that I needed for my own journey right now as a CEO, a mom, a daughter, a Big Sister, and a friend. It was truly amazing. A testimony that you should never keep to yourself. I remember thinking (while people were high-fiving about a touchdown)…’it would be great if SHE could walk with me through this part of my life…like a mentor”. Really, I can’t mak