It felt off because it was supposed to. In the moment too unsteady to correct. After, the cracks clearly visible.

And where the wind blows, is where we landed. Map and compass in hand. But it was the wind that carried us.

It’s the year 1832, and you read the campaign announcement of one Abraham Lincoln for a second term at the Illinois State Legislature. He states that his chief desire is to be “esteemed of my fellow men, by rendering myself worthy of their esteem.” On the next page you see a political cartoon of “King…

Honesty held in suffocates. Breathe freely. Speak honestly.

His love for reading. Young Abe begged, borrowed and then devoured a small library of books. Reading by fireplace light in frontier Indiana, each book became a log in the foundation of the schoolhouse of his mind. His internal ambition. Lincoln recalled in a brief autobiographical statement, that “there was absolutely nothing to excite ambition…