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The Storm (September 2000:
Words echo, sharp and painful
Angry, directed, and hurtful.
Building, ever building
Loud and deafening
Too much for a mind reeling,
Turning inward, fleeing.
Yet the battle does not abate
Thus I curl up in fetal escape.
A cat and memories,
my companion
I drown in memories,
my burden.
I cling to a thought of joy
In a turbulent ocean, a buoy.
Echoes swirl like a cyclone
A silent battle I bare alone ...
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“As a leader... I have always endeavored to listen to what each and every person in a discussion had to say before venturing my own opinion. Oftentimes, my own opinion will simply represent a con-sensus of what I heard in the discussion. I always remember the axiom: a leader is like a shepherd. He stays behind the flock, letting the most nimble go out ahead, whereupon the others follow, not realizing that all along they are being directed from behind.”
~ Nelson Mandela