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Lessons Lived are Lessons Learned #2

By Stephen C. Schultz


I stepped out through the door and noticed a crispness in the air. The leaves are changing, the evening light is slowly fading and we are left contemplating this last year.


I was on my way to visit Oxbow Academy with some therapeutic program admission professionals on a tour. We were engaged in the normal "Road Trip" banter and general conversation that makes its way into an hour long trip in the car.

The conversation turned to work, job responsibilities and company culture. One of my colleagues made a statement that stuck with me. It was a normal comment that is common at virtually every place of business. 


She said; "...yes, but they need to be held accountable."

I thought about this for a second and then responded;

"So...what is the difference between holding someone accountable and having a culture of accountability? Is there a difference?"

We went on and had a great conversation. In fact, this is a great principle to discuss not only at work, but within families as well. 


Below is an experience I had many years ago, yet it could have happened just yesterday at any number of mental health programs or offices. Check it out!


Here are some other posts that you may find fun to read. They are all relatively short and thoughtful pieces.

"Sugar and Spice" - A Child's Kindness


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