Social Conundrums, Part VIII
By Renee Hughes M ediator Kim like everyone else wore a human form. The Little Dragon's almond shaped eyes surveying us all while walking through the room. Kim's shoulder-length dark hair swaying gracefully as the Little Dragon's slight figure moved past the committee members. No one spoke, everyone feeling the powerful presence of the mediator. K im then stopped by my side, smiling, "Good morning," the Little Dragon said to the committee members, the mediator's soft voice filling the room. Everyone acknowledged the greeting with one of their own before the Little Dragon continued. "When a committee, especially one as high profile as this one asks for mediation there is a tendency to see this as a negative outcome. Intelligent, well-meaning people should be able to work out their own differences without assistance . In my wide range of experience I often find that the opposite is true. Coming to a true consensus has nothing to do with intellige