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Final thoughts on Acton U.

Though I'll be posting a few photos later on today, I wanted to give a few final thoughts about my first year at Acton University "from the inside".

First, everyone was so gracious and appreciative, and that was a joy to hear.  Although Acton's message reaches many, our staff is relatively small.  To host an event with over 600 participants from 70 countries is a massive undertaking, and to know that the hard work of our staff is so appreciated is gratifying.

Second, I am dumb, and ignorant.  I was constantly surrounded by people of great intelligence, courage, thoughtfulness, experience and grace.  It was both humbling and uplifting.  As it should be, the experience leaves me with desire to both know and do more, and to become a better person in the process.

Third, I am blessed.  I work with some of the most intelligent people I've ever met, but they are also a great deal of fun.  I laughed a lot these last few days, and in my book, that counts for a lot.

Finally, I had a blast.  From meal conversations, to meeting people from all over the world, to laughing with the tech guys, to teasing my never-on-time boss, to running around gathering people for interviews and then getting to hear some fabulous speakers:  it was a BLAST!.  I can't wait to do it again....after my feet recover a bit.

If you wish to hear any of the speakers, you can download MP3 of almost all of the talks on our website:  http://sites.fastspring.com/acton/product/actonuniversity2011.  Check back again next week as we finish putting these up.

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