I’ve always believed in the fairytale. At fifteen, I fell in love with my high school sweetheart, convinced a higher power had chosen him – just for me. At twenty-two, I married him with an absolute faith in the immortality of our love.
However, faith isn’t always enough. As his career blossomed, his devotion withered. He was a good man once; but he was weak and easily impressed with himself.
He climbed from upper-middle management in a large corporation to vice president of manufacturing in a tiny one. And he swelled with his own self-importance. Later, he returned to a large corporation, and while no longer a VP, he managed a number of facilities in poor countries. The old saying is true: Power corrupts.
He believed all those press releases; and became a ‘legend in his own mind’. I still remember when he had a soul – when he had values and wanted to do good works.
But somewhere, he forgot.