Chris was a character. You know the type — fun, engaging, and always right at the edge of trouble. On one hand, he was a fount of information, intensely loyal to the company and indispensable. On the other hand, he was subtle, clever, and at times, irreverent. As low-level clerks, we were enamored with the complexity of this man.
He knew enough about the company political structure to make things happen. He was smarter than any of his superiors – and they knew it. That’s why they gave him plenty of free-reign knowing his work ethic superseded any downside.
Chris was at his best at break-time. We would all grab spots at tables and chit-chat about the day’s events. But something special happened when Chris would say, “Gather ‘round. Let me tell you a story.” It was the line we all waited for.
He would open up his book of memories and tell tales – some taller than the others. He spun yarns of legendary employees from decades ago, big projects that helped win wars, or stunning defeats that caused people to lose their jobs.
There was tremendous power in simply getting together. The stories resonated with me, because they taught me about the organization, about the forces that influenced decisions, and how my miniscule efforts actually could contribute. These tales often served as insights into my own fears and dreams.
As I have grown in in my faith, I have learned about the power of story. My own experiences have a place in the workplace, in society, and in my community.
While I’m not the character Chris was, I am not afraid to those younger than me, “Let me tell you a story.”
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This is a part of a linkup for the High Calling, “Rediscovering Community.” There, you’ll find similar stories where writers reflect on the power of community in the workplace, in society, and in our world. You can add your voice here.
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