After taking a DISC profile recently, I’ve learned something about myself I never knew. I am an ADVOCATE. It has only taken me forty-seven years to figure this out, but it does explain a few things.
For instance, I now understand why, in fourth grade, I started a gang. You see, there were several girl-bullies who were picking on other girls in class. In my advocate mind, I determined that the only way to stave off the incessant bullying was to band together as a group. And thus my gang was born. It actually worked, and I thought it was a great idea, until the day the principal found out about it. We all (the bullies and the gang) got into big trouble.
Needless to say, that was the end of my gangster career, but the advocate that is me lives on. I cannot stand by when good people are mistreated, when hard-working folks fall on hard times and no one helps them, or when someone gets discouraged and tempted to give up a dream that is truly theirs to live. [Read more...]