I was so focused on the coming resistance as I marched toward the front of the dining room that I didn't immediately notice that everyone at their tables had fallen silent. Slices of bread hung halfway to mouths, and heads swiveled toward me. A nervous flutter took flight in my stomach as I turned to face them. I hadn't been sure I was the right one to lead them - still wasn't - but right then it was about so much more than who led them. Now to use for my voice for something other than ...