A poem recited by David Sandy was sent to me recently as a concern for how associations maintain their stability. (I could not find the name of actual author) I was moved by the poem:
I saw them tearing a building down:
a gang of men in my hometown.
With a heave and a ho and a “yes, yes, yell,”
they swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
And I asked the Foremen, “Are these men skilled?
Like the ones you’d use if you had to build?”
“Oh no, no indeed; commonest labor is all I need.
For I can destroy, in a day or two, what it takes a
builder ten years to do!”
And I asked myself as I went my way,
which of these roles do I want to play?
Am I one who is tearing down as I carelessly
make my way around?’
Or am I one who is building with care, so that
my organization, my community, my country
is a better place just because I was there.