I’ve been asked it at the grocery store, the gas station, in text messages and emails, and in a steady stream of phone calls from good friends… people, I’m sure, aren’t trying to pry, but are simply demonstrating their concern and curiosity. Thank you.
This wasn’t about the servers at Logan’s Roadhouse. It was about me, and my family, and my team. Am I helping to create an environment that fosters joyful service and success? Or am I fostering mistrust, exasperating those around me with unreasonable expectations?
A member of our class turned on his weather radio for an update. There were tornado watches and warnings to the south and west of the Arkansas state park where we were hiking. They were headed our direction.
I can recall my first days sleeping in a bunk, inside basic shelter, within the confines of a guarded compound in the Dominican Republic. I remember the strange sounds, the distant celebratory gunfire, and...