Christmas Cheer From A Slightly Different Viewpoint

My assignment began as many others had in the past: make an announcement to the appropriate people at the appropriate time. While the recipients were simple, ordinary kinsman, this was no ordinary assignment, and this was no ordinary time. The enemy was near.

I never doubted the plan, but as I drew my sword and looked toward the Special One, I wondered, “Why him?”

I tenderly held him and nuzzled his nose. It was strange to see such form for the Creator of the Universe. How would the world understand this? Yet the plan was to go forth, and it was my responsibility to see that nothing stood in the way.

I enveloped my massive arms around the small baby and wielded my mighty sword.

“Not just yet,” were the words from the Father.

As I lowered my arm a bit, I watched the young couple slowly, cautiously travel across the miles. The emptiness of the journey seemed unfitting for my King. This young woman, to whom I appeared months earlier, carried a heaviness that echoed throughout the land. Oh, her need for release wailed as the couple settled into the dingy, smelly stable.

“Now!” commanded the Father.

I raised my fiery sword–for the battle would be intense as the enemy held nothing back in order to thwart the plan of God.

Through the intense pain of the final moments of our journey, we arrived. I knelt on one knee as I gently placed the Special One in the arms of young Joseph. When I released the small child, my heart cried out as I sensed what heaven would be like without his presence. As the stench of the surroundings filled the air, I remembered the stench of the world and its need for this Special One, this Savior.

I rose from my knee. In one swift movement, I towered over the quiet town of Bethlehem. With a thunderous clap, I summoned the heavenly host, and we swept through the town singing and shouting joyous praise.

“Hallelujah! The Savior is here!”

We reached across the sky, touching every star in the universe, haloing the brightest one of all. The display of lights danced in jubilant celebration for the world to see. Our voices carried throughout the tiny town of Bethlehem for all its residents to hear.

Then, my ear leaned toward the earth, waiting, and in a flash I shouted, “Halt!”

The length of my arms spread from one end of town to the other. Yet, the world was strangely silent, dark. No citizen stirred in Bethlehem. No one listened or heard. No one noticed the heavenly display.

I peered through the night. In the moonlit meadow and on the hillside I saw lowly shepherds still and on their knees. They looked up and questioned the wondrous sight they had just witnessed. I knew they had received the message. I moved closer as they cried out in fear and held their hands to their faces.

“Do not fear,” I proclaimed. “I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly, the rest of the host became visible to the shepherds as we praised God and said, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, and the angels departed. I stayed to watch from afar.

The shepherds turned to one another, “Let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

Their faithful obedience gave me hope for this plan, which mysteriously unfolded in a dark, apathetic world—a world whose inhabitants waited for a King to ride in with pomp and circumstance.

But the shepherds looked for hope in God’s special baby. They stood at the edge of the stable, amazed that it was as we had declared it would be. They saw the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and they recognized him: My King, their King.

I nodded toward the Special One, a wee baby, and knew my assignment was complete. It was time for me to return to my post. For I am Gabriel who stands in the presence of God!

 

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We wish you a very merry and blessed Christmas!

Hit PAWS; Louie’s joy and gratitude

I wish I could capture the look on Louie’s face and his body language as we walk. I know I can snap a picture or even take a video, but neither would do his joy justice. You see, a picture, while it paints a thousand words, still does not truly capture the moment of pure bliss for my pup. He loves to walk and it is obvious. He loves to dig in the dirt, to greet people along the way, and breathe in new smells. I can tell it fills his heart with joy.

Other than a bit of time, it doesn’t cost me a cent to provide this joyful experience for Louie. I know he appreciates our walks just by his enthusiastic reaction to my picking up his leash.

Louie’s joy and gratitude cause me to hit the PAWS button and ask, how thankful am I for the simple pleasures in life? I am blessed with an awesome family that I love and who loves me. I live in a great country, and have wonderful friends, and can use the gifts God has given me. Rather than focusing on negative issues and problems, I choose to focus on joy! The first step in choosing happiness is to be thankful.

Studies have shown that people are happier and more joyful when they are grateful. The benefits of being grateful are nearly endless. People who regularly practice gratitude by taking time to notice and reflect upon the things they’re thankful for experience more positive emotions, feel more alive, sleep better, express more compassion and kindness, and even have stronger immune systems. This week, take time to PAWS and remember all there is to be thankful for, especially the relationships and the simple things.

I am thankful for you! Thank you for being a faithful follower of my pup, Louie. As we wind down the year, we are hitting the pause button as we rebrand Louie’s Leadership Lesson. There will be more information after the first of the year.

God bless you and your family as you celebrate Thanksgiving. 

Contact me: danise@di-advisors.com

 

Love Like Louie Arrives in Style

Louie made his TV debut sharing the essential message of love, which is foundational in leadership. The characteristics of love are important for 8-12-year-olds to learn early. If children (and adults) could learn how to be loving people and not see others as objects–how different our world would be today. We believe this message is very powerful and necessary, now more than ever.

Click HERE  to view the interview and HERE to purchase Love Like Louie.

Thank you to everyone who has been so incredibly supportive during this journey! We are blessed! Now, let’s go impact the world and spread the message of love!

Love,

Danise, Evi, and Louie

The Green Room.

Everyone Could Use a Little Love Right Now…

And we believe Louie has just the LOVE the world needs.
What are we excited about? Take a look:
  1. Tuesday, Oct. 23, Love Like Louie makes its official debut. To kick off this exciting news, we are scheduled that morning (10/23) for an interview with WXIX, Channel 19 at approximately 10:10 AM. And YES! Louie will be there with me.
  2. The Love Like Louie paperback and kindle version will be available on Amazon!
  3. A press release announcing the news of Love Like Louie went out Monday (10/15) of this week. Click here to read the press release.
  4. You’re invited to our first book signing (see details below). We hope you can attend and celebrate with us.

Thank you for your continued love and support. We are excited to share this journey with you.

Danise, Evi, and Louie!  

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BOOK SIGNING EVENT
Meet The Authors

 

Where: Wyoming Fine Arts Center
322 Wyoming Avenue, Wyoming, OH 45215
The Paul Bartel Ballroom

When: Tuesday, October 30 from 5:30 – 7:00 PM (Come and go as you please or stay a while).

Why: Because we love you!

Details: The grandmother and granddaughter duo, Danise DiStasi and Evi Sobb, will be sharing the story behind the book Love Like Louie. Middle-grade children will relate to Emi, the main character, as Danise and Evi unfold the heartwarming tale of a girl and a lost dog and the character-do-over they both experience thanks to the power of love.

Light hors d’oeuvres will be served and books will be available to purchase.

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In the midst of joy…there is grief!

I could not let this blog go out without a tribute to a dear friend. Louie’s best friend, Mick, passed this weekend due to complications with a heart condition. Our hearts are broken and his mom is still processing life without Mick.

We have many fond memories but one, in particular, stands out. Mick, who had enough of Louie nipping at his legs, gave Lou a quick roll over on his back. Louie promptly turned to stand upright on all four but was clearly miffed. He snarled and pranced off, putting an end to playtime. By the next time he saw Mick, all was forgiven and they were quickly buddies again. Oh, that we would be so quick to forgive.

I could always tell when Louie saw “Mickers” outside. Louie would give several short quick barks in a row, reserved only for his friend, Mick, and it was their own sort of communication. I’d looked out and sure enough, Mick was outside. Often Mick would stand in our front yard looking for his pal, Louie.

Mick will be missed in our neighborhood, more than words could ever depict, and I am glad we had the time we did with him.  One thing is sure, Louie will forever miss his pal as he stares out the window wishing for one last romp in the backyard, and saddened he didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.

 

 

Are You a Safe Leader? Or Person For That Matter?

Yesterday, September 15, marked the fifth anniversary of my adoption of Louie, my rescue pup. While it feels like just yesterday he pranced into my life, many times I feel as though he has been with me for a lifetime. We both have experienced many lessons along the way.

The most important lesson has been about love—about being a loving person, not seeing others as objects, and walking out the characteristics of love: patience, kindness, trustworthiness…

Hand in hand with love is the need for safety. Louie needed to believe I was safe. And very much like love, safety is tough to get your arms around. But I dare say everyone reading this and those in your circle of influence need to feel love and to feel safe.

Many times in the quietness of the night, I will hear Louie in his bed having some sort of dream. Not his usual running, playing and jumping dream. These are disturbing, as though he is scared and he is whining. I know he is still sleeping, but I will whisper, “Lou, it’s OK! Mama’s here!”

Now he may not know what I am saying but the very sound of my voice calms him, and he is able to relax and enjoy a good night’s sleep.

While taking a long stroll and Louie prances along, he will look up at me and touch his mouth to my hand. I don’t profess to know what he is thinking, but I imagine it is his way of “holding hands” as we walk, just to be near and to know he is safe.

My oldest granddaughter, Evi, would be playing just a few feet from where I might have been working and rather than look up, she would call, “Nonna.” I learned after a few times that she didn’t want to show me anything, she didn’t really want anything in particular. She just wanted to know I was near which guaranteed her safety.

Many times I’ve thought of a very early childhood memory. I remember quietly walking into my parents’ bedroom while everyone in the home was fast asleep. Next to my mom’s side of the bed on the wooden floor was a little throw rug. I would lie down on the rug just to be close to her. Often my mom would turn on her side and her hand would drop over the edge of the bed. I took that as a sign it was time for us to hold hands, so I would reach up and hold her hand. Never mind that my father was a police officer and knew how to keep a community safe. Holding my mom’s hand brought immediate comfort and satisfied my need to feel safe. I cherish the memories of holding her hand as she grew older and it was my turn to make her feel safe.

Thinking through the many times I’ve kept Louie safe from harm gave me PAWS. How safe am I as a person? A leader? A friend? A parent? How safe are you? Are you someone that, when trouble arises, others know they can approach you and share from their heart without judgment or criticism or lessons? Is love your first response? Is listening with a sincere heart to really hear the other person your natural inclination? Perhaps not, but we can be intentional about how we listen. Being a safe person and providing an environment where others are able to be vulnerable and share from their heart takes discipline and wisdom. But we can all strive to be that safe person others need in times of crises and when life feels stuck.

Louie’s life has been transformed because I am a safe leader. My life has been transformed because safe people surround me. Be intentional this week to be that safe leader, and you will see lives impacted for the greater good.

 

 

 

Stay tuned for a very important announcement about our latest book,  Love Like Louie


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A Very Special Goodbye

I knew this day would come. I had been dreading it for some time, yet I knew it was near. Louie’s sweet little friend, Ellie, recently passed. Those who loved her, especially her mom, Lynne Ruhl, are devastated.

I met Ellie some time ago when she was just a pup while visiting with Lynne at her home. Ellie needed to be in my lap, next to me, by my feet, sitting right next to my chair—anywhere in close proximity. I wanted to believe I was special but as I grew to know Ellie, I realized she treated everyone pretty much the same. She just loved humans.

When my dear friend Lynne moved into my neighborhood, I was thrilled. Not only to have a close friend nearby, but also because of Ellie. I was able to spend more time with Ellie, walking her, having her visit with us. Louie loved her and often sought her advice, very much like I do with Lynne. [Blog Post; Addressing Conflict; with Ellie Ruhl]

When her little face would pop up in the door window, I knew Lynne wasn’t home. That gave me an opportunity to steal my little Ellie away and spend time with her doing our favorite pastime—walking. She was such a joy to walk. She pranced, like the princess she was. But the funniest part of walking her was when she would see a human. She was convinced that the person needed to see her, and she pranced right over to them. The person would light up when they saw Ellie, whether or not they were a dog person.

When she saw a dog, she would react the same way, convinced the dog was very much interested in making her acquaintance. When the dog showed signs of not wanting her near, she was shocked and unconvinced. I had to laugh at her desire to know everyone. She knew if she loved all created beings, then all created beings would love her.

Oh, my sweet Ellie, if only that were true. If only our world loved as easily as you did.

Ellie broke her foot shortly after moving into their condo. She was running in the backyard and her foot caught in a grate. I thought she would lose her prance, but she seemed to spring right back. There were many long walks and fun times with that precious girl.

And then over the last year or so, I noticed her decline. She slowly stopped jumping high in the air when she saw people, her pranced slowed — a little at first, and then a lot– and her long hesitation before hopping onto a step was noticeable. My heart was sad, and I looked for any sign of the precious little Ellie that I knew and loved. I usually witnessed an ever so slight indication, which thoroughly convinced me she was fine.

That was until I took her outside for the very last time. In fact, I knew it would be the last time I’d see her. I helped her up the step into the house. As she oriented herself, I knelt beside her. Not wanting to upset her with my display of emotion, I quietly whispered, “Ellie, you are loved. Thank you for loving me and Louie and everyone you came in contact with.” That was all I could get out. The sadness was overwhelming.

I saw Lynne when she arrived home from Ellie’s last visit with the vet. My heart broke for her because I know that pain all too well. Losing our pets is very difficult. Losing Ellie was heartbreaking for Lynne.

Honestly, I doubt I will ever meet another created being who could make someone—anyone—feel as loved as Ellie did. She exuded love and never cared who you were, what you did, or how you looked. If you were breathing, she loved you. Imagine our world if we treated others as Ellie did. And as much as I know many people love Louie, I’m being truthful when I say he is a bit more reserved about showing love to others.

To our little Ellie; thank you for bringing such love into our world. You are sorely missed, little one. And you will always be loved.

“You, LORD, preserve both people and animals.” Ps: 36:6

 

 

NOTE: Louie and I will resume our blog in September. We are feverishly working on our newest project, Love Like Louie.

The Remnants of Bad Behavior

My granddaughter always corrects me when I say Louie is a bad dog. She says he is not a bad dog; he just has a few bad behaviors.

OK, I understand the change in wording. But honestly, Louie is making my life somewhat difficult.

Louie is a superstar when we walk around the neighborhood, when I take him to visit clients, or when he accompanies me to speeches and workshops. And those of you who have had him visit your business will be shocked by what I am about to say.

Louie still reacts strongly when people come into my home. Even though he is only 40 pounds, he is all muscle, and he has a huge mouth. His bark is very deep, and his growl is deeper, and he acts like he wants to kill you. Let’s be clear: Louie does not want you in my house. Don’t bring a dog into my house or even onto my driveway, because the hackles go up and the teeth come out. Yes, I am describing Louie, the same dog many of you believe is so sweet, the one with big brown eyes and an adorable face.

Now I know Louie well enough to know he’s not being mean but has some misguided notions that I need protection from friends of mine who come to visit. I appreciate that, but it can be quite a hassle to make him settle when I have company. And it would not be helpful to let his bad behavior continue and just ignore him.

Those friends brave enough to risk Louie’s wrath have learned to allow the time and needed discipline, knowing eventually he will settle down.

His bad behavior was front and center this past weekend when my sister-in-law came to Cincinnati for a reunion and stayed with us in our home. She came in Friday evening, texted me to let me know she had arrived, then knocked softly on the door. Complete mayhem broke out. I kept Louie in the kitchen behind a gate and paid little to no attention to him while we said our hellos. I did my usual routine of discipline and he settled pretty quickly. Then we let him join us. He sat right at my feet as Agnes and I visited, but the minute she moved, the loud barking began, and he tried to make her stay in her place. He must have some basset hound in him because his bark is so deep. His Corgi side tries to herd everyone in my house. And the beagle side? Well, let’s just say thank goodness for that silly funny beagle side of him.

By the next morning, he was sitting by her door, waiting patiently for her to come out. They had become fast friends, and by the time she left on Monday, he was very sad to see her go. I reflected on their relationship as compared to a human relationship.

Most people would write off Louie as a nuisance or would be fearful of him. They wouldn’t give him much hope of ever developing a relationship because, well, he’s just a bit abrasive. And when he startles my company with a very quick reaction to them, he is stepping out of line, and who needs that?

But Agnes persevered and overlooked Louie’s many quirky behaviors. She talked sweetly to him, and his low growls and loud basset barks subsided. The rest of my family has learned to love on him as well, making it a bit easier to have an Italian family who loves to get together—crazy dog and all.

How many people do we write off as a nuisance or are we fearful of because of their “bark”? Many times people may have a quirky behavior that’s different than what we’re used to, and yet, given time and love, they may be as warm and loving as Louie under his tough bravado act.

Is it easy to love people who seem unlovable at first? No, of course not. It’s hard to do and it takes time. But if someone is in your life, they have come across your path for a reason. Don’t waste time judging their quirkiness. Loving others is not an option; it is why you are on this
earth.

Now that Louie and Ag are BFFs, maybe he’ll be nicer to people coming into my home. I won’t count on it, though!

 

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Louie and I are taking a break over the summer to finish our work on a very special project. Click on the link below for a sneak peek and let us know what you think!

 

For more information on Love Like Louie email us at info@louieloves.me

 

 

Walk with Confidence

I’ve noticed something a bit different lately about Louie, my rescue pup. He really enjoys it when we walk side by side during our walks. What’s different about that, you might ask?

He’s always enjoyed our time together and is usually all over the place when we walk. To get him to walk right next to me (as we’ve been taught during dog training), I usually have to make him heel. What’s different now is that he heels without me giving the command. Now he walks right next to me, many times for the entire walk, enjoying every step. It’s like we’re BFFs just hanging out. Well, maybe we are, but this change in our walks together gives me paws to think about leadership.

Louie walks next to me with confidence and joy because I, his leader, am walking with confidence and joy. This time last year I was still recuperating from a terrible accident. And, needless to say, this winter, though I was out walking, I walked with extreme caution. Now that the weather is turning warmer, there’s a bit more spring in my step and I am back to walking confidently and fast. And Louie is reaping the benefits.

When I say, “Leader, you must walk with confidence,” it may conjure up a lot of different thoughts and feelings about leadership. Many leaders walk with confidence because of pride issues, others put on airs and act like they’re confident. I believe the leaders who truly are confident provide a safe place for employees to flourish. Those leaders are confident not in their own abilities but in the abilities and strengths of those they lead. They can walk with confidence because they have a team around them they believe in, one they have encouraged and affirmed, and they work well together.

Walking with confidence is not about you, it is about those you lead, those you’ve empowered to be who they were created to be. It’s not about you puffing yourself up, it’s about those who choose to follow you and the confidence they have in you to be an excellent leader. Take the challenge and walk with confidence, but be sure it is because of the outward focus you have on the strengths and skills of others on your team.

As for Louie, well, I’m pretty sure if he were writing this it would be all about his confidence and how he walks next to me to make sure I am protected. Way to go, Louie! Such a good boy!

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Louie had to say goodbye to his cousin, Perry, a couple of weeks ago. We’re so glad we had time to cuddle that sweet boy the week before. Mark, Agnes, Bernadette and Christian and all the DiStasi kids will miss him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CONTACT: danise@di-advisors.com

 

The Cone of Shame and the Need to Adapt

In the last Louie’s Leadership blog, I shared the episode of Louie, my adopted pup, having surgery to remove a growth on his paw. It was a pretty quick decision, with some uncertainty about what the growth was and how he would handle the recuperation period.

He survived the surgery well, and the growth was a papilloma, a wart. The biggest issue we had was keeping him away from the stitches. Louie is like Houdini; he can get out of any bandage or covering that I put on him to prevent him from chewing on his paw. I was amazed at how many times I found his bandage on the floor somewhere.

LIFE’S ADJUSTMENTS

We came home with a very nice, pliable, see-through cone that was to be placed over his head to keep him from chewing his stitches. I was hesitant to use it because of the look he gave me when I tried to put it on him. First, it was a look of defiance (gee, I’ve never seen that one before), and then he’d look as though I was trying to kill him. And finally, I’d get the puppy dog big brown eyes that captured my heart the very first time I met him.

I attached his collar and slid the cone over his head, stating in a serious, parental tone, “This is for your own good, buddy.” He hated it! And he was mad at me. He decided the best thing he could do was trot out of the room and go to his happy place to look out the window and be away from me. Except he ran into the doorframe and stopped. He looked back at me with a look of “Are you kidding me?” Then he set himself back on track, maneuvered the cone to clear the doorframe, and walked out of the room.

Next, he hit the doorframe going into the room with a view. Again, he stopped, looked back at me, and shook his head. Again, he set himself back on track and maneuvered the cone so he could walk into the room, clearing the doorframe. I could hear him trying to jump up on the seat to look out the window, but because the cone got in the way, he fell back down. He tried again, missed again, and fell back down.

I resisted the urge to jump in and help. I knew he could do it; he just needed to adjust himself a bit to clear the seat. And so he did, finally, and then positioned himself as close to the window as possible so that everyone could see him and would feel sorry for him. And they did.

LESSONS LEARNED

I learned a few valuable leadership lessons thanks to the cone of shame:

  • As tough as it was for him to wear, it helped in the healing process.
  • In order to achieve a goal (look out the window), he had to make several adjustments and think outside the “cone.”
  • As a leader, you can’t always jump in to rescue someone. They have to learn things for themselves, as tough as it is to watch them fall.
  • Louie learned a few new things; like how to eat his food with the cone, even though he looked like a vacuum cleaner as he leaned over his bowl and inhaled.
  • He figured out pretty quickly that he was good at tipping the water bowl over.
  • There was no need for me to walk around calling the contraption on his head the cone of shame. Well, actually, that’s a lie—he hated it and no doubt, was ashamed to wear it!
  • The less opportunity he had to bother his stitches, the faster he healed and the longer the cone stayed off. For Louie, this meant that he felt better, and was back to taking walks and playing with his pals.

Louie soaked in the attention for as long as he could. As time passed and his stitches were removed, I realized the overarching lesson of this entire experience. While we must take time to heal from some of life’s tough lessons, deep down inside, we know we can adjust and adapt. And in that perseverance, we may actually learn to enjoy life more.

 

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Thank you, Eastside Rotary, for inviting us to speak to your fabulous members!

 

Every year, March 20, we celebrate Louie! While we’re not sure of his actual birthday, we decided the first day of spring was a perfect day to celebrate his new life! Louie is somewhere between 5-6 years of age. Celebrate with us and wish this little guy a happy birthday! Thank you!

 

 

Sometimes, We Have to Walk with a Limp

Louie, Evi and Nader Masadeh

Louie, my rescue pup, and I have been making our rounds, speaking to various groups and visiting businesses and organizations. He is indeed a transformed dog and loves the accolades he receives as we share the story of our journey together.

A few weeks back, my granddaughter, Evi, noticed a growth on Louie’s right rear paw. We took him to King’s Veterinary Hospital to visit Dr. Paul LaCompte. He promptly diagnosed the wart on Louie’s paw pad as a possible sign of the papillomavirus and told us to watch it for a couple of weeks. It looked like it would have naturally fallen off, except that the nail on an adjacent toe seemed to increasingly irritate the possible wart.

One Sunday, I noticed the condition seemed to be worsening, so I bandaged it and hoped Louie would be okay until we could get in to see Dr. Paul the following day. As we took a short walk, we stopped to chat with a neighbor and, genuinely concerned for Louie, she asked about the bandage. I explained what was going on and said that we would try to see the vet the next day.

She leaned over, petted Lou, and said, sweetly but with a sad face, “Awww, Louie. I’m so sorry. You’re not that perfect little boy now.” I responded, “And he’s thinking, ‘You would never know I was not perfect if my mom hadn’t put on this stinkin’ bandage.’” We laughed, and Louie and I continued with our walk.

Dr. Paul and his team did see Louie that Monday and suggested surgery that day. They promptly removed the growth and sent it off for a pathology report. As usual, they did a fantastic job; they doted on him, stitched him up, and instructed me on his care for the next couple of weeks. He walked a little slower but was happy to go home that same evening.

When we arrived home, I took Louie out for a short stroll. As we walked, I watched him limp a bit, then pick up his stitched leg to run on three legs, and then, every so often, do a skip. Reflecting on the comment my neighbor had made, I realized that neither Louie nor I would ever claim he is perfect. But as I watched him walk with a limp, this thought gave me “paws.”

I wondered why we often work so hard to give the appearance of being perfect. Maybe we try hard not to appear “so perfect,” but we certainly don’t let others see us with our masks off, do we? And while people do not need to know every single thing that we think is wrong with us or that we try to hide from others, the key to dropping our masks and being genuine and authentic is humility! Every humble, successful, and effective leader I know “walks with a limp.”

Ken Blanchard always quotes the British author and scholar, C. S. Lewis: “Humility is not thinking less of yourself. It is thinking of yourself less.”

I struggled with this issue for many years. I wanted people to see that I had it all together and was pretty darn near perfect. That could not have been further from the truth. In fact, hiding behind that perfect mask was a lie! I wasn’t a perfectionist by any stretch of the imagination, but I sure did not want people to see the real me—because I didn’t want anyone to have a reason not to like me. Am I the only person who has ever struggled with this? I don’t think so. But the cost of wearing a mask kept me from being real and authentic and hindered my use of the God-given talents and gifts I’ve been blessed with. I’ve learned to be okay with walking with a limp, in more ways than one.

The pathology report came back with good news; the growth was just what Dr. Paul thought—a papilloma. Louie and I took a nice walk to celebrate. As I watched him, I appreciated the little lesson he had passed on to me. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks if he limps. If he can get out and has to walk with a limp, by golly, he’s going to go out and walk with a limp. Walking outside with his mama is much more important than trying to appear as if he has it all together, even if it means walking with a limp.

And so it should be with us. Removing all the pretenses of perfection is freeing. So what if you happen to limp a bit? How are you doing with letting down the mask and letting people see your flaws? It may be worth it to take some time to PAWS and reflect on this!

 

NEXT EPISODE: The Saga Continues-The Cone of Shame!

 

 

 

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Speaking of masks (remember the days of Glamour Shots?)…do you suppose if I tipped my hand slightly my mask would have come off, like when Jane Jetson doned her ‘morning mask’ to talk on the video phone.? Oh, if only it were that easy. 😉