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PRAYERS AND POEMS FOR SCOUTS
Someone Else Died
Istrouma Council
The pack was saddened this week to learn of the death of one of our most valuable members, Someone Else.
Someone's passing creates a vacancy that will be difficult to fill. He had been with us for years and for every one of those years, Someone did far more than a normal person's share of the work. Whenever leadership was mentioned, we looked to this wonderful person for inspiration as well as results: "Someone else can do that job."
When there was a job to do, a need to be filled, or a place of leadership, one name always mentioned was Someone Else.
It is common knowledge that Someone Else was among the largest givers of time and money in the pack. Whenever there was a financial need, everyone assumed that Someone Else would make up the difference.
Now Someone Else is gone. We wonder what we are going to do. No longer can we say, "Let Someone Else do it." If it is going to be done, one of us will have to do it.
My Den Chief and I
Heart of America Council
My heart sank at the sight of him,
With his slim form, khaki clad;
It's true he had a pleasing smile -
He just couldn't be TOO bad
But I'd pictured broader shoulders -
A big chest with badges dressed;
Here was another "little boy".
Not much older than the rest!
We'd talked about plans for the den,
The ideas were all mine;
"I wanted this - and I'd have that -"
And he'd say, "Yes, Ma'am, that's fine."
Now one day I was feeling low,
I disliked everyone;
Especially active noisy boys
Who would shout, laugh, and run.
I was going to send them home
When my den chief stepped up to say,
"If it's alright, I'll take over."
Weakly, I agreed, "O.K."
While one group played a game of ball,
He taught knots to another,
I sat entranced and gradually
I saw him as a "Big Brother".
I'd been the one at fault, not he -
I'd pushed instead of guided,
And all my den chiefs talents,
I'd succeeded well in hiding.
At long last we'd become partners,
Through fair and stormy weather:
My slim, young smiling den chief and I
have learned to work together.
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My grandfather once told me that there were two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group, there was much less competition.
--Indira Ghandi
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