most of you will never have the pleasure of meeting, let alone really knowing, Mr. Robert _______.
Robert is the third generation owner and operator of a highly specialized business that has transformed the lives of countless people for three generations.
I reckon it was about a year ago Robert contacted me just to let me know he was going to “follow” me and see if it made sense to have me coach him.
“I’m not clear what is meant by your being a ‘cultural architect’ but your name comes up in interesting circles and I like what you say about helping men make better decisions”.
that was great affirmation, I think (and, thought). however, when he contacted my in June asking if he could sign-on with me I was astonished that it was me that received the first lesson, and it remains a doozy.
Robert has a child with “special needs”. that child will never have a typical leadership in Robert’s family business. but, what happens around the boy clearly reflects a culture, way of life, and view of the world that both inspires, and explains why the organization is so hugely successful.
at a point in the first rounds of getting better acquainted Robert explained to me that,
“God really trusts me. I think that is why He gave us Bobby. …or, He may think he needs to keep testing me on my toes. But either way He evidently cares enough to be in our lives because the experiences make me richer than any business venture I can imagine”.
I’m confident this is not always the case. but, it seems to me I know a good number of men with special needs kids that always impress me. they are unique people, to be sure. it makes me think of the Muslim maxim:
“the promise is in the punishment, and the punishment is in the promise”.
or, something to that effect.
Monday I was finished with a good running work-out at Northpark on one the turf fields. as I was driving away I noticed two men on a bench apparently just breathing in life. as I drew past the pair I noticed one was younger. I’ll assume he was a son. he had is arms crossed over his lap and he was rocking himself back-and-forth. he had that “blinking’ and haggard look about him that often signals the challenged. but, what gave me the good pause was a man that I want to assume is his earthly father was relaxed, enjoying the moment with a hand draped across the back of the bench and gently stroking the lads shoulder. I was convinced this was simply a loving father with his son. they were good for one another.
I don’t have a point today. I simply wanted to share this with you. me? I want to stay moved awhile. and, inspired. and, thankful – if only, at times, by a simple perspective.
we all have special needs.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork