Leading with Love and Laughter

CONCLUSION

I was traveling back home on a plane from the West Coast and found myself sitting in the aisle seat next to a gentleman in the middle seat who was an artist. Throughout the entire flight, he kept reaching down and grabbing sketchbooks and working on sketches that he had started probably many years before. At one point, I had to look over and let him know what beautiful work it was that he had produced. He told me he had not picked up a pencil to sketch, or brush to paint, until well after he retired. In fact, he was only two or three years into his life as an artist. Given the quality of his work, I was amazed at how beautiful his ...