You may have heard the story of a man who died and was known to be very greedy. At his funeral as the pastor sought to say good things about the man, the best friend of the widow was seated at her side close to the casket.
My mind raced back to the first Leader’s Edge retreat over fifteen years ago. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept in days. Preparing for this project sapped me. I failed to complete my preparations before I left to lead.
I first understood I was a leader when I was nine years old. I had a dream about leading a group of people. The only other dreams I remember as a kid were of falling and I would wake up terrified.