The power of stories is a Toastmasters speech. In hands of a deft story teller the tale can move hearts and mountains!
All these years, I had bottled up Conscience, the mistress of my soul, deep under multiple layers of fat accumulated over five decades.
I resemble an ice carving; silent, apparently lacking human emotions. With persistent global warming it would be a matter of time before I melted away without a trace. So I borrowed a page from Barack Obama and decided to ‘change’ become more human. Make history in the process, even if it was confined to the …