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The GreatIsn't it true that as we achieve greatness, people get uncomfortable and leave?
I'm no authority on greatness, but of the people that I would consider great, I feel the opposite. Great people aren't the people who have loads of insight or the most talent or the profound ability to make others feel small. They are people who inspire others.
I like how one guy I've had the pleasure of working with was willing to do the dirty work, but gave me the vote of confidence to jump in a new machine and perform useful tasks. Great people have a can do attitude, and it's contagious. When they come around, it feels like the sun is coming out. When they are not around, their presence is missed. Cliff is one of those guys. He doesn't try for attention. He doesn't have to. The guy is a magnet. Cliff is a scruffy Tristan of a pipeliner (if you remember Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall). He's a team player who inspires people to give 100% and love every minute. People follow him, not because he has profo
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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