R had a Boy Scout campout this last weekend. The troop went to Camp Meriwether, on the Oregon coast. I went along. He had some good decompression time with his 'boys'. He's starting to get the hang of it within the troop. He's not yet contributing as his full potential, but he's starting to be proactive about some duties, and also starting to show his true colors within the troop.
He often hides his skills. They're there, though. Like something valuable, frozen deep inside a block of ice, we all can catch obscure glimpses of those skills, but cannot reach them. People don't know how to utilize him because they can't get a good handle on what we can or will do. Boy Scouts, however, is starting to melt that facade away, starting to call him out as a doer and a leader. He won't fully thaw for some time, but the shell is getting thinner with each campout, each merit badge.
He often hides his skills. They're there, though. Like something valuable, frozen deep inside a block of ice, we all can catch obscure glimpses of those skills, but cannot reach them. People don't know how to utilize him because they can't get a good handle on what we can or will do. Boy Scouts, however, is starting to melt that facade away, starting to call him out as a doer and a leader. He won't fully thaw for some time, but the shell is getting thinner with each campout, each merit badge.
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