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"This Girl" asked a couple posts ago that I explain the other activity that I did with the uber-diverse in life walk and age missions team. I had been mulling over what to do for several days before the activity. My parents had expressed their concern over having too intense of an activity with some of the group members being so old. I felt frustrated by the comment and almost in spite wanted to jump to an activity that would point out their error in thinking. I resisted because it isn't about me and certainly isn't all about them either. I'm going to touch on some theory behind programming team building sessions. A lot of the staff that I work with find that concrete expectations and plans are the easiest to work with. So when I start teaching people activities and their "arsenal" begins to grow beyond 5 or 6 activities - the question of which activity to do comes into play. As a young facilitator - it's easy to base your program on activities tha...

What does mentoring look like?  Is it shelter from the storm? Being a living example of how one should live? What do you think?

Hello! I hope that everyone is doing well. It's been a while since the last blog update and there's good reason for that. I've been in Jamaica for the last two and a half weeks on a medical mission. If you want more information you can just follow the link on the right labelled [ the clean slate ] as I will be posting about the trip over the next couple of weeks. While I was there – I had the opportunity to lead the missions team in several team building activities. The dynamics of the group were large. The youngest in the group being just 18 – ranging to the oldest being in their 70s. Wowzers. Initially when I volunteered for the task I was imagining a group a little closer in age and a little more tolerant of “games”. I don't know why it threw me so much. It's not like I haven't worked with a group with a large age gap before – I do it all the time at Teacher Conventions but this group seemed different. Especially when my parents were part of the...