A doe eyed, heart shaped, face with typical Filipino coloring. In my eyes she had a lot to learn about leadership despite her title as VP of THE engineering leadership society.
I felt akin to her though because I knew she was in over her head just as much as I was.
We were both treading water and trying to make it look like we were walking on it instead.
I don’t normally react this way to people in authority positions who don’t know what they are doing. In fact, I usually hold a severe contempt for that person until they start to turn things around - if they ever do.
I watched this girl struggle all summer long to get a committee of twelve self-absorbed, college kids to pull the biggest event of the year together. We weren’t anywhere near the line of progress we were supposed to be.
If I had been praying at the time, I would have been praying for this whole thing to work out somehow.
I don’t think I would have been as pleased with God’s response though.
His solution was an arrogant boy with dark hair, a love for math, and a penchant for showing others how much he knows about well, everything.
His name was Donovan.
Sitting in the kitchen, writing while dad cooks and the dogs cower at the thunder.
It’s a good day.