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Good morning Reader, Welcome to the 38th issue of The FAM. There was a time in my life when I was balancing fatherhood, marriage, a growing career, working alongside my dad, and climbing the traditional path of success. I was carrying more responsibility than I knew how to name. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I felt called to do an Ironman triathlon. Not casually. Not recreationally. All in. When I shared the idea, my boss, my mentor — my dad — said something that made perfect...
Good morning Reader, Welcome to the 37th issue of The FAM. The alarms are still there on my iPhone: 11:55 AM: Dad’s Morphine 1:55 PM: Dad’s Morphine 3:55 PM: Dad’s Morphine 5:55 PM: Dad’s Morphine 7:55 PM: Dad’s Morphine The day before, I pulled out my father’s living will and reviewed it sentence by sentence with my mother. He clearly asked for no artificial or life-sustaining support at the end. With that clarity, I made the decision to remove the oxygen that was keeping Dad’s body here....
Good morning Reader, Welcome to the 36th issue of The FAM. I was dead tired on Friday night. Not the “I need a nap” tired. The kind of tired you feel after you’ve poured your whole self into a room full of people. The day before, I facilitated a high-energy, collaborative strategic planning meeting with 100 members of the American Supply Association. As I opened and set the tone for the day, I spoke from my heart, referencing a quote from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden: “I went to the woods...