ABSTRACT
41My story of my life with management should begin with one of my earliest beliefs about reality: When I came to believe that there is a God and God is the manager of humanity. That belief was a gift—a magnificent gift. I’m in my mid-eighties and soon going to leave, and my farewell is a hope mixed with a faith. Both packages, hope and faith, can now be opened, having been partially tied up by the strings of academic caution and skepticism. There is a God. A wonderfully, kind God. I no longer have any obligation to define God. My God tells me that my God is not he, she, it, but infinite kindness. And finally, always, with a magnificent sense of humor and seriousness melded perfectly.
