Toxic Leadership

The worst kind of leader, is one who kills another's passion.

Yes, we share a major responsibility in this individually. But sometimes a toxic leader can do so much damage that it is hard to overcome or we choose not to be in that particular environment any longer, regardless of our strength, deep passion for our work, and contributions. Hopefully; at some point, these type of leaders will be recognized by their organizations for the path of destruction and high cost long term that they leave in their wake. More importantly, everyone in a healthy work environment works together in all levels of their organization to best serve their customer base, but in a way that also promotes and achieves a healthy work environment.

# Unhealthy Work Environments, # Toxic Leaders

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Road Trip: History

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This photo was taken in the Fall of another year, but is one of my favorite road trip destinations. It looks almost the same every year with its brilliant golds and leaves all over the ground. What many people don’t know though, is this was the location of an extremely important historical event.

In 1824, a crime was committed against a small Native American village when four white men from the Pendleton settlement raided and massacred nine Native Americans, primarily women and children living near Fall Creek located not far from the present Markleville, Indiana. What made this horrible event so significant was that for the first time, white men were caught, brought to trial, and convicted for the murder of Native Americans. Up until this time in the United States,  Native Americans  were not recognized as human beings and not protected under law from such events.

At that time, Pendleton was a small outpost in a new state being carved from the wilderness territory, but it was also an established small community with a small log jail. Reporters came from many places far away to report on the trial. Even though this trial was so important, it would still be many years before a real change in the treatment of Native Americans would exist.

It is in this small picturesque park, if you walk across the waterfall and up a small hill to a quiet, green grassy place under a large tree; is the location where three of the men convicted were hung almost two hundred years ago. Though this park of beauty is a favorite gathering place for many, it still quietly honors its historical significance.

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If you would like to read more, there is a historical fiction book with good historical research, The Massacre at Fall Creek by Jessamyn West.

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Exploring

One of the funnest ways to spend time, is to go Exploring!

Do you dream of going somewhere big? Do you remember the joy of going somewhere new that you have dreamed about? While there are many places I would like to go and dream of going; I often find that time constraints, money, weather, or other obligations keep me from going everywhere on my list.

However; I find just getting in the car and exploring within a tanks drive from my home, takes me to places, people, sights, and yes —smells that are new to me. I love exploring and knowing what is to be found down a certain road, regardless of the season. Maybe I will find a covered bridge, or a new hiking trail, or at least one new to me. Maybe I will find Amish fried pies filled with all different kinds of delicious fillings and have fun talking with the people who made them. The excitement can be felt in the crisp, cool air as the leaves start to turn red and gold. Who knows where I will end, as I just decide to go!  What have you found on some of your explorations?

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Poetry: Requiem for the American Worker

 

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Requiem for the American Worker

I hear America crying

across the flatlands, hill and dale.

Embittered tears of weary souls

the beaten down, the proud.

 

American workers holding on

with a cry in their voice.

Fighting hard to not be counted

among the growing poor.

 

The waitress at night with a babe upon her breast,

The coal miner tired of his long rest.

The automobile worker doing her best,

The bakery is closing, the baker is next.

 

The bus driver without a human load,

The young black man never given a chance.

The hospital worker called off, worries how to pay the rent.

Telephone workers marching, out in the cold.

 

Voices, hands, and hearts

traded for those across the seas.

The small, American farmer

still fighting hard to believe.

 

I hear America crying,

as those “who have”,

with no remorse, no guilt,

build empires upon the workers backs.

Americans trying, trying, and trying.

I hear America crying.

 

 

(Printed with one time American rights, Labor News, Indianapolis, In. Feb 2006.

This Author: tch maintains rights).

Reprinted @ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons c. 2018.

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Poetry: Seasons

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                                                                  Seasons

Many seasons have passed

since we met.

Tiny wrinkles and creases

have sneaked in

to mark tiny paths.

Yet, when I look at you

I see you as you are now,

but I also see within you

the young lover when we met,

that time tries to hide.

But I still see and smile,

Many seasons have passed.

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# Just Saying

How great it would be for us,if our politicians all worked together on solving our problems, as hard as they do fighting each

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