I had an opportunity to catch-up with a long-time friend, who also happens to be one of my investors.
he called me to let me know he still believed in today’s youth, but he feels the opportunities are diminishing. for a bit of background, Jack made a lot of money in polycarbonates and decided to fuel young engineers and technology entrepreneurs with seed capital up to two hundred and fifty thousand dollars ($250,000). over the last thirty months he has invested over eighteen million dollars ($18,000,000.00) in over twenty five startup companies, often upon my say-so.
“if they take a hit they think they can recharge the purse like it’s World of Warcraft. if they make a promise they thinks it’s okay to break it”
Jack and I both believe in a covenant.
Jack was frustrated, and being over general. he admitted as much. but, while I was coaching him to evaluate a more stringent due diligence process I was admitting that I just may have made a similar mistake along the same vein recently myself.
I’m working with a young man that I’m watching carefully because he is dangerously close to breaking a covenant that will cost him dearly in the business community long-term.
more on that later. but, it’s a good preamble for other, vaguely related things that are weighing on my mind and shoulders.
I need to help Jack navigate his own disaffection with youthful entrepreneurs and keep him part of our business community’s solution. and, I need to be a strong baring point and example for Haley Anne, her walk, and making sure she has a plan that works.
last night Haley Anne was clearly feeling more like herself. She made it through a complete day of school, still the center of attention. she came home with loads of cards and balloons. had the circumstances that initiated the out-pouring of affection from her buddies not been so dire, the activity would be fun to observe. well, it still is, kind of. but, I’m still haunted by her laying so still in her hospital bed with morphine coursing through her veins. she had no idea that about ten days ago I was at her side, fully awake at 330am holding her hand and willing her better. I don’t think I’ve been that focused since Sarajevo. that digression aside, Haley Anne was on a full-court press with her Mom petitioning for “hoop earrings” because “everyone” was going to wear them to school, and we had to get to Target, NOW. that didn’t happen, mostly because there were too many other things going on at the house to include home work and contractors. on top of this Joanne was trying to make sense of the bills we had just received from two separate hospitals for Haley Anne’s care. the total was an astonishing one hundred and sixty four dollars ($164,000). this included five hundred dollars ($500) for a single blood test. Joanne actually showed the bills to Haley Anne to see what she thought. but, all she got was a shrug and a: “I’m worth it”.
that’s true, to be sure. but, the lack of perspective gave me pause.
while I was distractedly listening to the exchange between Haley Anne and Joanne I started thinking about another post that I had written almost three years ago about a lighter moment in time called: Haley Anne Has a Plan. read that. do it!
I had also been thinking about it while standing vigil over haley Anne at the hospital.
“please let her have plans”.
I suppose all of this was hitting me at once because God was helping me keep my balance, perspective, guard, and wits about me. that’s all part of his gift of discernment, eh.
I feel responsible for everything and every body.
and, I like it that way. it keeps me sharp. often on the verge of disappointment. yet keen to see everyone around me win.
so, while we are going to face set-backs, sometimes terror, we have to remain firm in our resolve to be a beacon for what we believe is great hope. I’m convinced that’s my role… to be a teacher, possibly a mensche.
that’s my plan. I’m not going to stop believing; I’ll never quit trying.
…I think I’ll call Jack today. maybe I’ll fly up to visit with him, and I’ll take Haley Anne with me.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork