Weaving Dreams: The Joy of Work, The Love of Life

Chapter 37. "How Can I Say Thanks?": A Consultant's Gratitude

Sometimes it's hard for me to share stories of consultants' gratitude for the Longaberger opportunity because it feels like braggadocio. I've never been totally comfortable with the limelight; I'd much rather be behind the scenes, working to make things seem effortlessly successful.

Regardless of all my years with the company, some things are still a bit foreign to me. I'm used to them—and thankful for them—in the way that I imagine an American might, over time, get used to driving a car in London. She might drive decades through the tight city streets, winding past red phone booths and Harrod's nearly every day. She may even appreciate the car she maneuvers and her ability to drive in a lovely area so full of history. Yet when she's back at home snuggled up under the family quilt next to a smoldering fire, watching rain slide down the windowpanes, she will tell you: Yes. I drive in London. Have for years. Don't rightly remember the last time I haven't been driving in London. But it's not quite as second nature—not completely as automatic and inherent—as driving in the States; on the right side of the road.

Recently, I've been spending some time listening to consultants tell their stories. Some come from men and women who have been with the company for a long time, while others come from relatively new folks. Yet despite their differences, an overarching theme seems to be emerging. Without fail, they gush about how deeply ...