Last week I got to visit a cherished childhood friend. We have known each other since the 3rd grade. She is now a successful business woman working with a staff of successful business women. I really like women, so this is a good start.
I was lucky enough to have lunch with the whole group, and I came away from the experience simply awestruck. These chicks have it goin on… they are smart, they are having fun, yet still very professional. They are a well oiled machine – each one in a role that suits their strengths, but has room for growth. All of them are very businesslike without being uptight. Also, as luck would have it, they are all totally hot. (This point rarely goes un-noticed by The Large Man)
If I didn’t already have a job that I loved, I would be begging my friend Kathy to let me work for her. My only reservation is that I know I would bring the level of professionalism down a notch or two…’cause that’s how I roll.
So get this; the name of her company is The Training Connection. They set up training and mentoring programs for other companies. How cool is that? Kathy even wrote a book on mentoring. I’ve made the decision that she now gets to be my mentor (she just found out about this new facet of our relationship at the same time you did!!). Let’s face it-I could use a little mentoring. With all my foul language, womanizing ways, craft brewed beer stalking, and poor sentence structure, I am the perfect candidate for a mentoring program. I’m ready to grow! I’m tired of always being the “before” guy in the picture…I’m ready to become the “after” guy. This is exciting.
The positive experience at The Training Connection got The Large Man thinking (as most positive experiences will do)…I’ve had some really good mentors in my life. I’ve been blessed. With absolute sincerity, I believe that a mentor is one of the most important roles a person can play. Kathy has just taken on a lot of responsibility… Mentor To The Large Man. I wonder if she has room to put that on her business card.
I sit here in room 106 of the SpringHill Suites, and I start adding up the mentors, the people in my life that have propped me up, showed me some culture or a view that I had not known, or maybe given me a reason to believe that I was capable of a bit more.
- My big brother made music cool to me; my little brother showed me how to love it.
- Buddies DJ & Dave taught me some self-respect, how to dress, how to settle down and still have fun. Any “cool” factor that I might have is because of them.
- My Mom and Dad showed me what a work ethic looks like.
- My boss is a dude that thinks there is more substance in me than there probably is, this makes me try to live up to something.
- My first employer in the sales profession showed me how NOT to work.
- William J Hall, Paul Boutwell, and my Mom are the quiet whispers that I hear when someone tells me that I can’t do something (as in not capable). Those 3 voices tell me I can.
- Mohamed Ali showed me at a very early age that authority figures are not always right.
- Bridget, Sue, Erica and my wife are my most current mentors…the writing conscience. My wife and Sue for what I say, and Bridget and Erica for how I say it.
- Billy Davidson gave me my first full bottle of beer.
I owe them all so much.
I could easily write 50 more names: coaches, teachers, family and friends. I only stop here because these names wouldn’t mean much to most of you, but if you think about what they’ve done for me, it’s a big friggin deal!
Kathy has a cool ass job!! This is hero stuff. Someone that would help you become better at your craft, your job, someone to help you become more learned or nobler in character – that’s a hero. Maybe when Kathy writes her next book, a Deuxi`eme Partie, it should be about Heroing.
I’ve never really thought about mentoring anyone before now, but I’ve always thought about being someone’s hero.
In my Walter Middy imagination, I’ve saved a million damsels in distress, but refused their post trauma induced advances because it just wouldn’t be noble. In my Large Man mind I have pummeled countless thugs in the name of honor, justice, and common decency. I’ve rescued homeless, disabled, medical missionaries from sinking ships in a hurricane – armed only with my pure heart, a Leatherman, and a keen desire to do the right thing.
In my mind I have done these things. In reality, those opportunities do not present themselves on a regular basis. A real life hero is something much different. Most “real life heroes” are not doctors, service men and women, firemen and police women…most heroes are simply mentors that lifted us up, gave us a boost and made us believe in ourselves.
Was there someone who put you on their shoulders, and let your psyche peek over the fence at what could be? I would appreciate hearing about someone, or the someones who played these kinds of roles in your life. Please put an example or two in the comment section on the blog page, or the Facebook post…or reply to the email if you get your Large Man that way. I think it’s a great discussion topic – I’m (obviously) hoping you do too.
From the depths of my full heart, and from the vast expanse of my wretched soul, I thank you for reading.
Until next time,
The Large Man