This is a hard post to write. I have been dreading July. My dad would have been 85 this month. For those who don’t know me, I worshipped my dad. But just about one year ago he entered the hospital. He would be released to assisted care and fight like hell to get out of there. A hole in his lung would send him back to the hospital in September. He would fight like hell to get out of there, too. Surviving a surgery the doctor told me he couldn’t. But he wouldn’t be released. So as July starts and everyone celebrates our country’s independence, my sense of dread grows. From July through September I worked, fed my son, visited my dad, slept, and repeat. You will notice cooking and cleaning we’re not mentioned in there. Laundry was washed, but I only folded dad’s and that was because he liked things folded. I figured he had earned that. In October when he died, my world fell apart. I worked and took...
Life and leadership are not about which path you take, they are about the choices you make when the roads diverge. The are not achieved in a one-day or one-month. They are compiled through a lifetime of education, experience, and reflection.