Relevant Leadership Blog

This is a great story, that made me stop and think and touched my heart. I hope it does the same for you. The Rich Family I’ll never forget Easter 1946. I was fourteen, my little sister, Ocy, was twelve and my older sister, Darlene, was sixteen. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with no money and seven school-aged kids to raise. By 1946, my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before