Eleven years ago a found myself uprooting from the big city
to a small little village. I was by default Kevin Bacon in “Foot Loose” I knew
there was a reason for being placed in this small community. If anything it was
for people to stare at me everywhere I went. I didn’t fit in; to be honest I
had no desire to fit in. I was giving it a year then I was packing up and
heading to the bright lights. In retrospect my mind was made up, I made a
promise to myself that I would give it a year then reassess my current situation.
Now before I go ant further,
I believe in a Creature. If you don’t, well, you don’t. The fact of the matter
is I do. Looking back now I see the footsteps paved for me to live a life of
purpose. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it would be in this
native village that by copywriting laws I’m not sure I’m aloud to say. But
there was always this lingering thought in the back of my mind that I could
make an impact in someone’s life, perhaps someone who never stepped foot out of
Mayberry, or someone who had gone there whole life living a fabricated sense of
achievement then realized it was all crumbling down.
So the question is how?
How do you make an impact in an environment that is equally
empowering and overwhelming?
The answer, I believe, starts with an old-fashioned skill:
Listening. Listening enables trust, and trust is the foundation of positive
change. We need to slow down and listen more before doing. This is a lesson
I’ve come to learned after almost ten years of marital bliss. I notice that
when I listen to a stranger speak for 30 minutes about their cat with three
paws, it makes them feel better. When they feel better, I consider my calling
for that specific time complete...

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