(In response to a previous Poem/Message by Sue Shields)
Sue, that is a poem well read.I, like you, worked in the Internet Adolescence to createthe Boom of the 90s. Those frenetic years that stretchedlike centuries where the accomplishments of a month wereachieved in a week, where the work of a lifetime was thematter of lunchtime and the team never slept.We did not require a President and First Lady to lead us tothe Gates. We were on the path - we built it, painted the signs andcarved out rest-stops and restaurants along the way - JustIn Time as the people wandered, then jogged, then rusheddown in a fray.It is to question the value of all of us who spread thegravel and planted the shrubs to assume that we would nothave achieved our goal had it not been for the magnanimousFew - or Two - who, deigning to gift us their wisdomgranted us their permission.We are the Experience we seek - take a peek inside and youwill find that what we need is all of our MEs, and that wehave had Us all along.To say it was Them is to take away our pride in our workand allow us to shirk the responsibilities that came withchanging the world. There is no one else who did what wedid nor deserves either the fame or the blame for thefallout. It is time to callout Ourselves and to stand upto our burden. We cannot allow the past or the present toremove what's unpleasant without giving up life and the joyof the future, which I, for one, plan not to squander formy son or my daughters.Now is the time for a leader who follows, who cheers us togo where we know shows the promise of prosperity and thewealth for posterity.Our riches are We, and we are already here.-chris
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