Those who have joined us since I arrived have given us hope that we are on the right track. They pick up more than their share of the load. They have exhorted us to stay the course.
Why am I writing this? I woke up early last Saturday morning and began to reflect on the past week's events. I can tend to beat myself up. So there I was lying in bed, the rays of the morning sun creeping through my window, feeling a little sad. I knew I could have done a better job telling people how much I appreciate their passion and dedication to the work. So, to those who are my cohorts, I'm writing this to say: You're the best. I know I hound you and prod you and even tease you to the point that you wonder if I believe you can do anything right. But it's done with a sincere desire on my part to empower you to make your dreams come true, because I believe in you.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. It is true. Many people I've worked with in the past have a special place in my heart. These people are like those I work with today, humbly trying to do their best. They hope for that infrequent opportunity to shine brightly. It's to those of my past who shared a common dream that I know I owe the most.
So this sounds like some kind of retirement speech, doesn't it? It's not. I'm looking back with gratitude because I know that the journey's not over and I can't reach our mutual goal if those who are in the trenches fighting with me feel forgotten. So I got out of bed at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning to do what I need to do more of everyday: Pat a few backs and say, "Thanks. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."