A story consists of a beginning and an ending. The hardest part of a great story is finishing it. Turning that final page to realize that it is all over. This story was not decent or good, but this story was great. Turning that final page, that final chapter, I realized just how perfect it was.
I have come to grasp the idea that the more treasured aspects of life cannot fully be explained or understood. Powers, such as God, nature, and love are impossible to fully grasp. Words never quite do them justice. They are beyond our human communication or understanding. For me, this story cannot fully be explained, for in it lays a mystery unlike any other. This mystery, like any great riddle, leaves one asking the question, "How?"
How is it that people who had different personalities, different humor, different backgrounds, and different beliefs, all ended up caring about each other so deeply?
How is it that walls that had taken a lifetime to build, suddenly came crumbling down?
How is it that trust came so easily to people who had known each other for months?
Logic says it is not possible. Logic says it takes years to build trust. It takes years to discover truth. It takes years to love.
Logic can be wrong.
This is where the story gets fun. I did not end Focus Leadership Institute with the exact same feelings for each individual. No, my feelings varied. One cannot simply feel the same way for each individual. Yet, the crazy part is, this went far beyond a feeling. It was a connection. This connection is something that every person in the world desires. They search for it through sex, facebook, twitter, fraternities, sororities, friends, and family. Yet, they rarely ever find it. And somehow, in some strange way, I think we discovered it. We stumbled upon it. I use that word stumbled because it fits. It was not organized, or conventional. It was messy. It was hard. It was draining. Yet, when I think about Focus, I find myself happy, truly happy.
That is what makes this story so successful. It has an ending like no other. Students, and professors all went separate ways. We went back to our colleges, work, and family. We got lost back into what we had originally had. We began the routine all over again.
Yet we were changed. We were different. We were connected. I cannot begin to explain it. And that’s just it, I don’t want to. That is what makes it so special. That is the sign. That is the explanation point. That is what makes it truly phenomenal. God deserves a standing applause, an ovation, for he created a riddle that cannot be solved. Bravo. Bravo.
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