Carly Fiorina - Find Your Way Discussion Guide: A Three-Session Guide to Unleashing Your Greatest Potential

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I WAS A HAPPY, ACTIVE CHILD, but I was also lled with fear. Vivid dreams haunted many of my nights, and sometimes I was certain I saw visions usually frightening ones. At a young age, I became aware that my mothers mother and my fathers father had died when my parents were ten and thirteen, respectively. Intuitively, I understood what a tragedy this was and how it continued to deeply affect my mother and father. As I absorbed this part of my familys history, my greatest fear, whenever I was separated from them, became that my parents would die unexpectedly, or that I would die.

Perhaps because I was so afraid, Jesus became a constant, reassuring presence in my life. I loved the Bible stories we read together as a family or that I heard in Sunday school, and whenever I felt that familiar dread creep in at night, I would recite the Lords Prayer, over and over again. Whenever my parents went out for the evening, I would pray in the same way. And still, to this day, the Lords Prayer anchors my most fervent prayers.

As I grew older and established myself in the corporate world, my faith remained, though it became something of an abstraction. I still prayed every day. I still knew that we reap what we sow. I still believed that this life is not the end. But I tended to see God as something of a super CEO, a leader of a massive enterprise, someone who had created the universe and catalyzed a sophisticated set of management processes that kept things running not necessarily smoothly over the long arc of time. He didnt attend to every detail, and he didnt know every person... how could he possibly? But he did receive regular management reports that directed his attention to strategic issues requiring intervention. Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit, the Resurrection these were profound ideas at the heart of a complex governance system, but I wasnt sure anymore that they were real.

Years went by. As fates wicked humor would have it, I faced the heartbreak of my mothers unexpected death. When I received word that her health was failing rapidly, I was far away from her and unable to reach her side before she had lost her ability to communicate. Without a personal connection with Jesus at the time, I felt as if my heart might never heal. Later, when I took on huge challenges as CEO of Hewlett-Packard and felt immense loneliness in the process, I missed the spiritual intimacy I saw in others lives. I wanted a refresher course for my faith.

During that season of seeking, I prayed for guidance and asked for signs. And on Christmas morning in 2007, I awoke with a crystal clear mind. I realized that there were signs all around me, many of them from the world of science and technology. Were there not inexplicable mysteries that confronted us every day? Were the building blocks and the origins of the universe not plain to see? Did Einstein not prove that energy never dies but merely changes form? I thought about the GPS in my car and marveled at the human ingenuity that could devise a system of technologies that keeps precise track of where each of us is, and that knows when we deviate off course and provides precise instructions to return us to the right path. If human beings can do this, I thought, then certainly God knows everything that is happening in the universe not in broad, management strokes, but in minute, personal detail. And because God knows all, and knows us all so well, his care was instantiated in a physical, empathetic Son... not because God needed him, but because we did.

A short time later, when my father died, I grieved deeply but felt none of the awful turmoil that had accompanied my mothers death. The following year, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I came to understand the depth of Gods love in a time of terrible passages: I battled my way through eleven rounds of surgery, underwent four months of chemotherapy, and endured ten weeks of radiation. Yet, through it all, I felt a deep peace. I realized that, despite its many burdens, cancer had brought great blessings. This would have been a scandalous viewpoint for me to hold not many years before. The love of family, the nurture of friendship, the kindness of strangers, the joy of life I came to appreciate all these things in new and profound ways. It was my battle with cancer that gave me the understanding that life is measured not in time, but in love, moments of grace, and positive contributions.

To my shock, my ordeal with cancer would seem swift and easy by comparison to the battles faced by Franks and my younger daughter, Lori. Soon after I nished my radiation treatments, Lori passed away, alone, in her apartment. The grief and guilt my husband and I felt were suffocating. Frank told me he had lost his faith: How could he believe that God loved him, if that same God could allow such a terrible thing to occur? I prayed that Frank would be given a sign somehow, and that his faith would be restored.

Just before Fathers Day that year, Frank went out to the garage. A pile of boxes that had been hunkering in the corner for who knows how long caught his eye. For no particular reason, he decided to open one of them, and there, lying on top of other odds and ends, were four Fathers Day cards from Lori. One of them contained a long letter that Lori had written to Frank years earlier, telling him what a ne father he was. Frank later told me that at the moment when he read I love you in Loris own hand, he knew that Jesus loved him, and that Lori had found peace.

Ive come to know that God indeed hears our prayers, and that he often answers them in ways that are very clear to us. That knowledge reknitted me to the faith of my youth and inspired me to grow by leaps and bounds from there, most notably in my love for Gods Word.

I had always known that the Gospels were profound testaments of faith, but now I also saw them as powerful stories of true leadership. Everything I know about the potential within every one of us to change the order of things for the better and to lead well is reected in the New Testament.