It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong
man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is
marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes
short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings,
who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at his
best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he
fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and
cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

Blessings of Love and Light,

Lori Prokop
 

When F. W. Woolworth was a young store clerk, he tried to convince his boss
to have a ten-cent sale to reduce inventory.

The boss agreed, and the idea was a resounding success. This inspired
Woolworth to open his own store and price items at a nickel and a dime. He
needed capital for such a venture, so he asked his boss to supply the capital
for part interest in the store.

His boss turned him down flat. "The idea is too risky," he told Woolworth.
"There are not enough items to sell for five and ten cents."

Woolworth went ahead without his boss’s backing, and he not only was
successful in his first store, but eventually he owned a chain of F. W.
Woolworth stores across the nation.

Later, his former boss was heard to remark, "As far as I can figure out,
every word I used to turn Woolworth down cost me about a million dollars."

Blessings of Love and Light,

Lori Prokop
 

The Boss drives men. The Leader inspires them.

The Boss depends on authority. The Leader depends on goodwill.

The Boss evokes fear. The Leader radiates love.

The Boss says "I". The Leader says "We".

The Boss shows who is wrong. The Leader shows what is wrong.

The Boss knows how it is done. The Leader knows how to do it.

The Boss demands respect. The Leader commands respect.

Blessings of Love and Light,

Lori Prokop