I help coach my daughter’s travel softball team. I wouldn’t consider myself a softball savant. In fact, if you put me in a room with bunch of softball dads, I would bet that almost all of them know the game more than me. I don’t know every rule of the game, I don’t know the “right call” to make in every situation, I don’t care. Instead, I study success and human dynamics and try to discern what it takes to place an organization or person in a position to succeed.
What do you believe? What is your value system? What drives your daily decisions and what are you most passionate about in your life? Well, according to the Bible, when it comes to human interactions, as long as we approach one another with love and respect, it doesn’t matter what we believe.
I’m humbled to write this post for I don’t feel I truly deserve the blessings I’ve received the past few weeks. I write this blog while cruising over 30,000 feet on a return flight home. Today I spoke to a wonderful group of utility professionals in San Antonio, Texas. I pursued my passion and purpose today, because of dozens of unbelievable people that continue to support and uplift me every day.
One of my first thoughts as I lie on a sterile bed in the cold and well-lit hospital room was a keynote presentation I was scheduled to give down in Memphis, Tennessee in five days. I was determined to give this presentation and I mentioned it to my wife, Alia, several times. I also mentioned it to the burn specialist that evaluated me later that night, after I was transferred to the burn unit up in Indianapolis. She simply looked up at me and smiled, but never responded. Neither did my wife.
The nurse probes my wound as I lie on the table wincing with pain every time she presses down on my raw and exposed flesh. I become annoyed as she continues to press around the edges of the wound on my right foot and then again in the center of it. “You know that hurts, right?”