HOW TO LEARN TO LEAD
Chief John looked like a chief. He wore huge bird of paradise feathers in his head dress, and his body paint was more elaborate than anyone else’s. He even had a throne: a rickety old chair which was the only chair in the entire village. The conversation turned to who would succeed him as chief eventually. Chief John thought about it.
“Well,” he said, “it will be up to the village to decide. But they will, of course, choose my son. Since he was born he has seen me settle every dispute. He knows all the characters and how to deal with them. He knows every dispute, every agreement, every promise. He is the living record of our society, so of course the village will want him as the chief.”
Chief John was training ...