One of the people I work with, technically someone I supervise, is the most powerful and influential person I have ever met. There are thousands of people walking the earth today because he risked his, over and over, to save theirs. And after he saved their lives he showed many of them how to build new lives here. As it turns out, some of the people he saved had been tasked with assassinating him. But he saved them anyway and then “turned” them by showing them a better future than the one they had been ordered to kill for. I don’t know anyone who deserves to puff up their chest more than him and yet he’s the most humble person I know.
He worked for me for a few years before I started to learn who he really was and when I thought about the respect he showed me I started to think I must be somebody too. I started to puff my chest up a bit. But I hadn’t saved thousands of lives. I hadn’t helped hundreds of families build new lives in a new land. I just sat at the bigger desk and signed their timesheets. I didn’t “deserve” his respect.
But he gave it to me anyway, not because of who I am but because of who he is. He believes everyone is worthy of respect, everyone is worth saving, that given the chance everyone will choose a future built on freedom over one based on orders.
I wonder sometimes how hard it was for him to be patient with me during those years that I thought I was somebody. He wasn’t loyal to me, but to the better version of me he hoped I could become. And now I feel obligated to become that person because he deserves the respect of someone worthy of showing it.
Bryon D Bothun
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2024-05-05 16:03:37
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