ALL RESOURCES BY Leigh McLeroy
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The Subtle Beauty of Work >
Let the record show that God would have made an excellent client.
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John Wooden's Hands >
"If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?" - John Wooden
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What Good Are Our Differences? >
During the interview, one director asked a question that seemed particularly odd.
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A Tale of Two Coffee Shops >
There are two places I stop for coffee in the morning: one if I'm in a hurry, and one if I'm not.
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Lessons from a Telephone Repairman >
If there is anything I loathe more than moving, it's the list of installations and service calls required to rewire my busy home office.
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The Bitter Truth about Bathroom Gossip >
I learned a lot about my staff in the ladies' room.
The Three That Count >
We often think of life in terms of attainment – but it's mostly preparation and perseverance.
The Thrill of Faith and Falling >
The most exhilarating, enlightening trip I've ever taken lasted less than ten minutes start to finish. I wasn't carrying my driver's license, my passport, or my keys. My traveling companion was a man I'd just met, and I trusted him with my life. He'd…
Just Dessert >
They were married more than 50 years, had three grown children and two grandchildren. He remembered every one of those years to his final hour, but Parkinson's disease and a debilitating stroke erased her memory long before it claimed her body.
The…
Not Solutions, but Light >
Through a set of desperate circumstances, I met Rob when he was 17 years old, homeless, and nearly hopeless. In the year that I served as his court-appointed advocate, Rob lived in three group homes, attended two schools, and was passed among multiple…
Night (and Day) >
He was sitting on the curb, skateboard wedged under his knees, as my car approached the stop sign. He looked about age 16: brown skin, dreadlocks, baggy shorts, a basketball jersey that would have hung well below his knees had he stood. He would have…
What Don Quixote Saw >
To a non-New Yorker, in this case a Texan, Manhattan can be too much—too much traffic, too much noise, too much commotion, and far too many people in too little space. But when my oldest niece chose New York for her high school graduation trip, I was…
