For years I acted as if I was the only person who could get things done. My mantras were: If I want it done right, do it myself; While others struggle with problem definition, I already have the solution.  I arrive at my first board event post-brain surgery feeling vulnerable and inadequate.

Today, I have to rely on others. I have to count on them to have a body that is more able and a mind that works faster.

During the meeting my fellow directors probe management. They pose the questions I think and ask many more. The only thing missing from the meeting is the sound of my voice.

My silence is golden. Can I learn to love my silence as much as did the sound of my own voice?