When March 1st came, I breathed a sigh of relief that we had had such a well winter.
On March 2, Hope got a stomach virus. We had company coming--friends from Vermont. Our friend Karl Swanke (#67--look him up) played for Green Bay in the 80's and his visit was perfectly timed with our church's March Madness sports theme. He planned to say a few words at church while he and his wife, Maggie (one of my favorite people) were with us for the weekend college shopping with their daughter.
I wanted to ride my bike to the mall with my BFF when I was about 12. My mother saidno.
I told hereverybodyrode their bikes to the mall.
"And if everybody jumped off a cliff, would you jump, too?" she asked.
Why do all my friends' mothers say that? I thought.
When I was 17, a guy who was well over 21 asked me on a date. My mother said I had to wait until I was 18 to go out with him. So I did.
In college, a foreign student invited me to his apartment.
If you think introverts can't make a difference, think again.
Susan Cain opens her book, Quiet, with an eye (and ear) opening example of the power of the introvert. Rosa Parks, a small framed, quiet lady in her 40's, fueled a movement with one word: No.
But Cain doesn't stop there. She goes on to list dozens of introverts that have changed history: Lincoln, Einstein, Gates; the list goes on and on.
The book is a bit academic and, consequently, hard for me to digest at times. Still, Cain's argument is valid and healthy for an extrovert like myself to consider.