“It’s not a hill to die on” is an expression my husband introduces to me early in our marriage. Although, over the years he shares a treasure-trove of expressions from his childhood, I’d never heard that one. And, it’s true. When you think about it, there are so many instances when one can and should refrain from entering the melee. Not every situation needs our immediate, individual attention and direction. This is, indeed, an important life lesson and learned leadership skill.
It is just seconds after take-off on a flight out of a growing metropolitan area when a new mother with infant watches her beloved homeland fade away. Her petite mom grows smaller on the tarmac; but the beige scarf she holds can still be seen fluttering in a fervent wave.
Alone on an empty row with her sweet baby son nestled in her arms, tears begin to flow in a slow, feverish descent. The outpouring quickens, trampling down her face as uncontrollable sobs shake her small frame.
This woman is me and I’ve clearly lost my place.
“Is everything all right? What can I do to help?” the kind United co-pilot kneeling in the aisle beside me asks.
“I-I’m m-mov-ing t-to Can-Can-a-da” I stutter while sobbing.