Read this paper and answer this question $1..$ Why won't "trying to change others" get one out of the box???responses convinced me all the more of the incompetence of the people in the company, so I responded by issuing even more careful in$-$structions, developing even more policies and procedures, and so on$.$ Everyone took all that to be further evidence of my disrespect for them and resisted me all the more. And so on$,$ round and round$-$each of us inviting the other to be in the box, and in so doing, providing each other with mutual justification for staying there. Collusion was everywhere. We were a mess.""Just like Semmelweis," I said in amaze$-$ment, under my breath."Oh$,$ so Bud told you about Semmelweis?" Lou asked, looking at Bud and then back at me$.$"Yes," I said, nodding along with Bud."Well, that's right," Lou continued. "The Semmelweis story is an interesting parallel. I was, in effect, killing the people in my com$-$pany. Our turnover rate rivaled the mortality rate at Vienna General. I was carrying the disease I blamed everyone else for. I infected them and then blamed them for the infection. Our organizational chart was a chart of colluding boxes. As I said, we were a mess."But what I learned in Arizona was that I was a mess. Because I was in the box, I was pro$-$voking the very problems I was complaining about. I had chased away the very best people I knew$-$feeling justified all the time, because in my box, I was convinced they weren't thatgood."He paused. "Even Kate," he added, shaking his head. $"$No one on this planet is any more talented than Kate, but I couldn't see that because of my box."So as I sat there in Arizona, I had a huge problem. I was sitting next to a wife whom I$\text{'}$d been taking for granted for $25$ years. I was by then $100$ miles of impassable terrain away from a son whose only recent memories of his father were probably bitter ones. And my company had come unglued$-$ the best and brightest scattering around the globe, embarking on new careers. I was a lonely man. My box was destroying everything I cared about."One question seemed more important to me in that moment than anything else in the world: How can I possibly get out of the box?"Lou paused, and I waited for him to con$-$tinue."So how do you?" I finally interjected. "How do you get out of the box?""You already know."$19$ Toward Being out of the Box"I do$?"$ I searched my memory about the sessions the day before. I was sure we hadn't talked about it$.$"Yes. And so did I when I was wondering how to get out," Lou said."Huh?" At that moment I was really lost."Think about it$,"$ Lou replied. $"$As I sat there regretting how I$\text{'}$d acted toward my wife, my son, and my coworkers, what were they to me$?$In that moment, was I seeing them as people or as obiects?""In that moment, they were people to you," I said, my voice trailing off in thought."Yes. My blame, resentment, and indifference were gone. I was seeing them as they were, and I was regretting having treated them as less than that. So in that moment, where was$[?""$You were out of the box," I said softly, almost as if in a trance, trying to locate what made the change possible. I was feeling a bit