A true leader knows how and when to follow.

I am a leader.  When given the opportunity to speak, my voice is capable of ringing through valley and mountaintop.  When a proper demand informs me that I must work, my actions and integrity combine and produce results that provide tangible proof of my integrity riddled intentions and effort.

I lead for the reason that I lack personal and private ambition.  I have no want for fame or rank.  I have no need for constant attention.  The only resemblance of ambition I may hold is the true love I have for the ambition of our country and her great citizens as a whole.  My ambition is to protect and expand the potential that arises from our citizens attaining their own and rightfully earned and protected happiness.

Some, if not many, of our elected public officials and maybe even my political opponent can be considered leaders; especially if they self-label themselves as such.  What we must remember is that the word leader is just that, a word.  Someone can lead you to glory just as well as lead you to your demise.  One could even lead you in circles, if you are not perceptive.

Quality, honor, and glory is not to be found in a person's ability to lead.  These qualities are found along the road or path in which this person is commanding you to travel.  For if you are not on the right road you will never arrive at the right destination.  

It takes many years to do many things, but progress can arise from one mere action.  Improvement resides within sincere intent.  It takes a second to be good and to impersonate good is a habit reserved for the lowest of our existence.

So let us be prudent with our usage of such a word as leader.  Let us commit the word leader to ring with the same small resonance of other timid words such as log or stick.  Let us observe and demand to know what the log or stick will be used for and then let us put it or them to work.  Also, we must not continue to give these sticks and logs such drastic time-frames to complete these tasks for after all, logs and sticks gradually become weak or rotted.  If not capable, we must replace them with vigorous effort, for it is the well-being of our friends and family, if not the good of all mankind that is at stake.

I believe in the benefit of owning fundamental qualities.  I know importance that lies within being thorough and having the dedication to follow through.  I understand the power of words and I recognize the confusion and cruelty that resides in their misuse.

Though I am campaigning to attain a position of leadership, it is you my fellow citizen and neighbor whose lead I ultimately intend to follow.  A vote for Maurice Duhon is a vote for you.  Please help me, help you, help us.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Maurice

 
 
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Whoa! I almost slipped off the wet trailer.
  I thought this past Sunday was going to be a breeze, but it turned out to be  similar to a severe thunder storm.  As I was dressed in my Sunday's finest and heading out for a Sunday brunch with potential MDfor18 Campaign contributors, it was then my phone rang.  A  friend of the family had called to inform me that the heavy rain and wind had delivered a beating to the northern fence of my grandfather's property in our beloved east Texas/ Beaumont area.  He informed me that the cows were escaping and trespassing on various lawns along the road adjacent to his homestead.  I quickly cancelled my plans for brunch, grabbed my rain boots, my blue jeans, my cowboy hat (for good measure), and headed out to the country. 
        The torrential downpour provided a very challenging drive east as I hoped the piece of toast I managed to grab would hold me over during the cattle round-up I was headed towards.  If you've ever rustled cattle, as I have many times, you come to know the cows and bulls do not make any effort to speed up or cooperate with the process.
        Arriving at the property, I could see my grandfather in the distance coercing a few head of cattle towards my direction.  Luckily the rain had stopped for a moment and I was able to quickly exit my vehicle and attempt to flank the small herd.  Unfortunately, two cows in the group were smarter than the average bovine and chose to run in the opposite direction towards a field covered with a foot or so of cold water.  I could tell the water was cold because I hadn't had a chance to put on the work boots I had brought for this adventure. (Let's just say, there's a pair of nice wingtips that, due to water damage, must be retired from this campaign)
        Long story long, the rain came back and I was drenched.  With my cowboy hat dry and safe in the car and with a little patience and an awkward ten second face to face stare down with a bull in a narrow passageway, we were able to lead the wayward bunch back through the hole in the fence and back onto their proper territory.
        After feeding the goats, cleaning up the fowl pen, and providing the rabbits with some fresh hay bedding, we worked well into the night repairing the fence with a trusty flashlight.  This was thoroughly appreciated by the local mosquitoes who were my gracious companions throughout this whole experience. 
        As I conclude this entry, I must reflect on how blessed I am to have a life full of such diverse experiences and environments.  Each one providing me with immense amounts of experience and skill.  Things such as time and want move slower in the country.  There's more time for laughs, compliments, smiles, hugs, coffees, teas, chats, thinking, and even silence.  As I button up my blazer tomorrow morning and prepare for my afternoon radio interview, I will make sure to 'slow it down", be thorough, and have patience; but also make sure to be prepared to stand my ground and most definitely be ready to stare down any bull that may come my way.