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  • Last night I attended a charity event called "Dancing with the Divas." The Dancing Divas are a group of ladies who dance. The members are of any age, shape, or skill level. The only requirement appears to be a love of dance.
    Once a year 10 Divas team up with 10 members of the local community to put on a show. The community members select a charity to benefit from their participation and proceeds from ticket sales, a silent auction, and donation buckets go to that charity.
    It was a hell of a show, and a hell of a lesson. The kick lines were uneven, timing was sporadic, and choreography rippled from dancer to dancer. But the smiles were Xerox photocopies of pride and ecstasy.
    The Divas lived up to their name: they danced. No, check that. They DANCED. They grokked the underlying principle of rhythmic movement. What they presented on stage transcended their efforts and lifted the audience into their ballet.
    When you love what you're doing, it doesn't matter how good you are.
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