I’m sorry to hear that your father is ill and pray that he is free from pain and that his health returns quickly.
I’m sorry to hear that you may be thinking that your mind may not be on the coaching assignments right now.
You have done an extraordinary job on your coaching over the past 90 days and for the first time in your life, you have put yourself first and have received the rewards as such.
My message to you has been that we must do whatever it takes to sustain the incredible results that you have created.
At the risk of sounding like a saboteur, I have wondered what was going to come along that was going to throw you off course.
At the risk of sounding insensitive towards you and your father I pray that your father going into the hospital will not be it.
I appreciate your comment about; “It appears in the past, I contributed somewhat to the catalyst of him getting better.”
And I commend you for doing “The Clearing Process” around this unfortunate situation.
And I pray that your father wins his fight and –
My prayers are to you to continue the good fight in all of the following Roles in your life as you go through this challenging time;
Your Roles Are With and As:
A Being with a Relationship with God
A Being with a Relationship with Yourself
A Son praying for your Father
A Son visiting your Father
A Son realizing that your Father is getting the best medical care
And join with me and consider another perspective on your quote “It appears in the past, I contributed somewhat to the catalyst of him getting better.” I offer you the following caution to remind you that God and your Father are responsible for his soul. I say this because it would be easy to trick a part of yourself into believing, as we all sometimes do, in a crazy way that we are somehow responsible for our parents lives while in fact, it is the other way around.
I offer the following memorable quote from Sidney Poitier from the film “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?”
The son, Sidney is speaking to his father –
You listen to me. You say you don’t want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you’ve been doing? You tell me what rights I’ve got or haven’t got, and what I owe to you for what you’ve done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you’re supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don’t own me! You can’t tell me when or where I’m out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don’t even know what I am, Dad, you don’t know who I am. You don’t know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it’s got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight be off our backs! You understand, you’ve got to get off my back! Dad… Dad, you’re my father. I’m your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man.
My request is for you to remember all of your Roles during this unfortunate time.
For what it is worth, it is just two years since I lost my father
I believe that we should talk at our regular time on Thursday.