It was my first day at boarding school. I was the grand old age of seven, and this was the most exciting adventure I’d ever had. Imagine it: four little girls the same age, from four corners of the world, nestled in bunk beds at night under mosquito nets and stumbling through corridors in the dark with torches when the part-time generators went off…
We are made to be instruments not ornaments.
We are made for connection over making good impressions.
We were made for service above self-promotion.