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                                                A Little Story…

Good morning dear reader & welcome to my world for another week. It is hard sometimes to be inspired every week. Although I did attend a Chamber luncheon with guests from MFAT as speakers. So here is something different for you; let me tell you a story, a story of some guys fighting over the good seats…

The governor’s daughter was getting married. The governor had planned an elaborate wedding & reception. The reception was more than cake & punch. It was a seven-course meal. The governor rented a massive hall in which they would have the reception.

The governor, who was quite popular having been involved in government & politics for a number of years, made a lengthy guest list. Mayors from all over the state were invited, along with senators, congressmen, judges, and even former presidents. Dignitaries would be there like never before.

The governor carefully planned the seating arrangements. With the amount of officials & dignitaries there, egos could easily be bruised if the pecking order was not followed closely. It proved to be a little difficult as the wedding approached; some who said they could come backed out. Others did not respond until the last minute.

As the reception was beginning the name cards became all messed up. It was confusing, but everyone had a good idea where to sit.

The mayor of the capital city was in attendance. In all the confusion, he saw an opportunity to get close to the governor. After all, the governor would not be seeking another term. The mayor thought it would be a great chance to schmooze the governor & get his personal endorsement to be the next governor. He pushed his way through the crowd & slid into the chair right next to the governor. Just as the mayor was ready to chat up the governor, a former president came into the room. The governor had been a cabinet member during the administration of the former president. The governor jumped to his feet to greet the former president.

The mayor glanced around. All the other seats were now taken. The governor asked the mayor to move so the former president could sit there. With everyone looking on, the mayor, red-faced, slipped to the other side of the hall & sat down at the table with all the kids. (This was the equivalent of sitting at the card table with the children at Thanksgiving dinner.)

Having begun as a political power play by the mayor of the capital city turned into a colossal embarrassment for him. Can you imagine what the mayor was feeling? The mayor of capital city was a very honoured guest, but an even more honoured guest in a former president displaced him.

There was also something else going on at the reception which went virtually unnoticed. The mayor of a small town also came. He had known the governor while they were both in college. The small town mayor, though, knew his place in the political hierarchy. He knew he was not a big player. He sat down with the less distinguished guests.

Before everyone else had taken their seats, the governor noticed his old friend sitting in the corner. The governor rushed over to him & said, “Old friend, why are you sitting here? Come with me.” The governor ushered him to the seat next to where the mayor of the capital city was sitting. (This all occurred before the former president came in.) As the events with the mayor of capital city unfolded, the small town mayor watched in astonishment as the former president was seated next to him. 1 Interesting aye! Reminded me of my luncheon with MFAT speakers to a certain extent this week...

Thank you for taking the time to be with me once again. I hope my journey may encourage you also. This is Kenn Butler in Paradise, Nelson, with my best wishes for the weekend ahead. I look forward to being with you all again next week.


 1   ThankQ to Wesney Bishop forr my story this week

Kenn Butler
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