In a rush she spewed her thoughts. Her commitment to serve specific people with particular problems was apparent. She was passionate. This was her mission in life. To serve and protect and empower these people who were so damaged and thwarted.
Her idea was to build programs to address their needs. Housing? Sure. Food and clothing? Yep! Counseling and coaching? You bet.
But how would she learn of these specific people? Where would they come from? Would they learn of her helping hands? If so, from whom or what circumstance? Could she find them in special places? If so, where? What likely locations would yield the targets of her passion to help?
Where would she do the work needed to support the programs she envisioned? Where would she intersect with clients and actually house, feed and clothe them? In what environment would she counsel and mentor them?
What programs would accomplish these tasks? What formats and contents would deliver the outcomes so desperately hoped for?
All good questions. All promising answers that would steer her toward her goals. But now the how.
How can I structure answers and suggestions that will empower her? I cannot do this work for her, but I can talk her through much of it. Later she will see the wisdom and learn the how to do it herself. She will be empowered to empower others.
I’m not sure how I got to this place – empowering others to empower others to personal power and self-actualization. A lot of power in that statement!
Somehow time and experience gather pieces needed to put puzzles together. When finished the picture is clearly focused and understandable.
Analyzing the how sometimes destroys the ‘what’ and ‘how.’ Proceed with care. Do not disturb the magical glue that keeps things working well. Plod on with the client. Watch her grow and learn. See her building outcomes that belong only to her.
My job is done. She’s developing. On her own and self-directed. Outcomes building. The future is right there to be touched. Sweet.
February 28, 2019
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