NEWS FLASH!

I won't be covering the Greensboro, NC district after all. Instead, I'll be working in West Virginia. In many ways, it's a good thing – closer to Butler, PA, no more airports, beautiful driving, fewer dealers, etc., but ultimately I feel it's punishment for doing the right thing and standing up for it. I don’t mind being persecuted for standing up for my beliefs.

The bad part is that the only lesson I've learned is that the people I work with can’t be trusted. I suppose that’s always been true of an animal backed into a corner, but at some point, I’d expect that being human meant meeting on common ground. It’s funny how I’d described this position and move to the Region as serving my time or boot camp. I really have joined a military-type of environment where I need to do as I’m told. I suppose if I were working in a life or death atmosphere, I might need to appreciate that type of teaching, but instead I believe that a person should ask questions to achieve a higher level of success for both parties. Clearly, this is not my arena in which to excel.

Last night I turned on the TV and ended up watching a documentary on the Waco Incident. I was finishing school in 1993 when it happened and didn’t pay enough attention to it to know what it was about. I’d heard guns and religious cults, but after watching the play by play it appears to me more a question of justification for doing the wrong thing. Reminds me of our recent smoking gun… I suppose I should be happy that I’m still alive to continue my quest for good and truth in this crazy environment I live in.