Monthly Archives: April 2013

“I Didn’t Do It!” A brief story about responsibility, leadership and more.

From the very moment that I didn’t pen those timeless words, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”, I knew that it wouldn’t change my life and the lives of countless others who didn’t read what I hadn’t written.

As I contemplated that truth, my eye didn’t look at that painting of the woman with the gentle smile that I didn’t paint.  Her peace and calm didn’t speak dignity and warmth to many hearts over the years.

Image

As I didn’t sit before my piano, the notes of a powerful and moving hymn which I had’t written, didn’t touched my soul and bring me nearer to the divine.

One day as I wasn’t imagining possibilities, I didn’t happen on an idea to start a business to help everyone stay in closer connection with friends and family.  Quickly, I didn’t put my ideas down on paper.  As I didn’t inquire around, I didn’t discover that this was something that many, many people would be glad to pay to have.  I didn’t find investors to back my idea. Quick as a flash, I didn’t organize a company to  make my discovery a reality.  I didn’t hire workers to help produce my product.  I didn’t secure the services of lawyers and accountants to protect the patents and copyrights.  I didn’t enjoy a career of operating my own company and helping others to become something better.

I didn’t spend just a few extra minutes with my son playing catch with a football.  I didn’t laugh as he tried to catch a ball that was almost as big as he was.  A few years later, I didn’t almost burst with pride as he didn’t catch the winning touchdown in a high school football game.

After college, when he didn’t meet a sweet woman who accepted his marriage proposal,  I didn’t sigh with satisfaction that my son wasn’t becoming a responsib

As time went by, I didn’t laugh out loud as I wouldn’t push my beautiful little granddaughter above my head. And when I wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t laugh and laugh and laugh.  I wouldn’t take her with me to the store and she wouldn’t hold my pinky finger and look up and smile at her grandpa.le, caring, contributing citizen.

Because I didn’t, she didn’t and she didn’t grow up and live happily ever after.