How Much Can You Love A Pig?

My friend Lynn’s beloved pot-bellied pig, Stanley, recently passed away.

She got Stanley as a piglet on a whim, raised him, and cared for him for 14 years.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She built an elaborate house for Stanley.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She fed him a healthy diet to control his weight.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She groomed him and took care of his physical appearance.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She forgave Stanley when his antics caused material damage.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She suffered physical injuries, shepherding an animal that was nearly double her weight.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She ran after Stanley and corralled him when he escaped from the yard.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She snuggled with Stanley when he needed affection.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She didn’t stay mad at Stanley when he opened the refrigerator door and had a feast.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

As Stanley’s health deteriorated and he lost mobility, she strove to make his life as good as possible.  

Because Lynn loved that pig …

Due to Stanley’s broken leg and arthritis, Lynn would have to lift him up to eat and use the bathroom.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

Near the end, she started a GoFundMe to pay for his medical care.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

Stanley’s last meals were of the gourmet variety featuring human food.

Because Lynn loved that pig …

She sacrificially cared for Stanley until his final breath.

Because Lynn loved that pig …       

Stanley

 

To Love a Pig is to Maybe Love Life

It might seem silly to bestow all that love on a pig. Still, there are many worse things you can do in life than to create love within your soul and then bestow that love onto a pet, even a rowdy, rambunctious, 200+ pound porker. 

And Stanley didn’t know how good he had it. While other pigs were destined for the barbecue pit, he got to reside in his own villa and frolic mostly unencumbered while receiving unconditional love. We should all be so lucky; when you think about it, maybe we are.

As for Lynn, she is one of my favorite people because she radiates all that positive energy. The type of positive energy that could cause somebody to love a pig way more than expected. If you gave me the choice of hanging out with someone who had made millions through some technological breakthrough or the “pig-lover”, I’d have to choose the pig-lover.

 

Part 2 – What Do We Value? And What Do You Value?

My mother-in-law Barb is an exceptional person, though you wouldn’t realize it by her appearance or if you engaged her in conversation. What makes her extraordinary is how much she loves her kids. In all probability, she loves her kids more than you love your kids. How can I say that? Because I have been able to observe that up close for 46 years. Barb loves her kids more than I love my kids. And people have praised me for how much I have loved my daughters over the years. On all the qualities of a great mother, unconditional love, patience, selflessness, acceptance, protectiveness, and nurturing, Barb scores an A+.

What is the result of this intense love? She produced four tremendous individuals, one of whom I am married to. Throughout my life, I have been in group conversations where people complained about not getting along with their in-laws. After everyone had unloaded, I would be asked, "What are your in-laws like, Don?" My answer was always the same, “I had the privilege of marrying into the Walton Family (you young people must Google it). That was fictional television; I got to experience it in real life.

But our culture values motherhood less every day. We shower millions of dollars on people who can throw and catch a ball or move an object to a specific place on a field. Is our existence harmed at all if that ball falls to the ground? Yet, we suffer greatly when mothers do not produce great children who become great adults. So, who is of more value?

Motherhood is diminished when we work diligently to stop its natural progression. This concept is above and beyond any screaming debate about rights. It is also harmful to excoriate someone who espouses a positive view of motherhood, different from yours and the prevailing culture. Free and open discussion is vital because your opinion, and theirs also, is never 100% correct. As we demean motherhood, we demean ourselves. It’s only humanity at stake.

Lynn intensely loved her pig, essentially serving as a mother to Stanley. Barb loves her kids in an exceptional way. In both cases, we tend to diminish the value and power of love. You may believe it is silly to love a 200-pound pig. You may also believe raising four tremendous individuals only makes a small difference. But in a world of hate and destruction, isn’t love what we are called to do? Isn’t love the ultimate answer to the question and mystery of life?

The Chess Board

Hey! Whoa! Aaah! Noooo! What are you doing?

The Game Master: I just moved you to the Blue27 – Zeta6 – Tuna9 – 4 - to the 378 power, on the board.

Oh, no, you don't. Everything was going great where I was. I liked it there, so calm and comfortable, but things are a mess in this place. So I demand, with all the urgency I can muster, that you move me back to where I was immediately.

The Game Master: That’s not how this works. I move you when you need to be moved. You can’t go back, but you have the opportunity to make good moves from the new square you are on.

That’s totally unacceptable. Who do you think you are? Do you think you own the board?

The Game Master: Well, I did make the board, so you could say I own it.

But why would you move me to this square? It makes no possible sense! Now, move me back to where I was.

The Game Master: You had become stagnant and much too comfortable there. Since you were not going to make a move, I made one for you.

But why would you move me backward on the board? This square is filled with such hardship and pain—it’s literally a setback. I’m not sure I can ever recover, and I don’t know if I will have the strength to move forward again.

The Game Master: It’s impossible to understand the game while standing on the board. You can try, but you will fail—and drive yourself in the process.

Every move has a reason, but it is connected to and influenced by the needs and moves of other players and your own good and bad moves. Oh, by the way, it’s your move.

But this still makes no sense – no sense whatsoever! 

The Game Master: None of my moves make sense to you in the present. Fully understanding my moves can take weeks, months, or even years. Sometimes, you will realize that my move was even brilliant. Everything does work together for good – but not necessarily for your good at the time.

So, it’s a three-dimensional game – like three-dimensional chess?

The Game Master: (laughing) Three dimensions, that’s funny. It’s a game of infinite dimensions and, for you, incomprehensible complexity. Your move.

Then how can I win a game that I have no chance of understanding? What am I supposed to do?

The Game Master: Don’t focus on winning the game. You can’t master the big picture because you can’t see it. You only need to focus on making your next move a good one—which reminds me, your move.

Why did you even have to move me?

The Game Master: I move you for various reasons. You may not be moving enough or in the right direction. I may move you off of a dangerous square, or I may move you in combination with other people's moves. For example, you may have to lose sometimes so that another person can win.

But I resent being a mere pawn in this bizarre game of yours.

The Game Master: Oh, you are much more than a pawn to me. Moving you to Blue27 – Zeta6 – Tuna9 – 4 - to the 378, power square was complicated, strategic, and well thought out. Now, your move.

How do I know this was even an allowed move? What are the rules of this game? What are the rules?

The Game Master: I made the board. I invented the game. I wrote the rules.

Ah, now we are getting somewhere. Show me the rules!

The Game Master: Unfortunately, you can’t see the rules because you wouldn’t be able to understand them.

Then how can I possibly win at this game without knowing the rules?

The Game Master: Well, I did give you a guidebook on your moves. Good moves get you to good places on the board, and bad moves get you bad squares. It doesn’t matter much where on the board you are; what is essential is your next move. I strongly suggest reading the guidebook again, since your next move off the square you now occupy is an especially important one.

But the only reason I have to make this important move is that you – you put me on the terrible square in the first place! It’s not fair – it’s not fair!

The Game Master: You are correct; from the player's perspective, it is not fair, at least not fair enough. But your view of the board will always be tilted. From my perspective, the board is always flat for everyone. It’s the moves that are important. So now, your move.

Oh, this is so not fair! You move me back to that square over there (turning and pointing forward), right now - I demand it!

The Game Master: Your move (The Game Master exits)

When I swung back around, he was gone. I looked at the board before me; it was so different from yesterday’s. Yes, this was a setback, but some of the other pieces that were blocking my way were no longer there. Now, there were more open spaces on the board to move. Where there was no motivation to move off my old square, now I had to move forward even if I was starting from further back. Yes, it was my move, and it did need to be a good one …

 

The Price

There is no better human feeling possible than receiving redemption. In the process of being redeemed, you leave the terrible circumstances you suffered through and gain something of great potential value. This transformation from bad to good happens simultaneously, thus the exhilaration.

Redemption is modernly defined as the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment or clearing a debt. However, the archaic definition is:  the action of buying one’s freedom. This concept is introduced very early in The Book and repeated throughout. Both definitions imply a transaction, an exchange based on a payment.   

In the historical context, if you were captured, kidnapped, or in servitude, you needed to pay a price or have someone else pay a price to be redeemed. If you failed to pay the price, you either remained captive or were killed. Redemption, as tremendous as it feels, comes with a cost. Typically, the cost is so high that someone else has to pay it.

Redemption, and the required payment, are the critical substance of Easter. Everything else in the narrative only supports redemption. A price was paid for your deliverance—an ugly, disgusting, sickening price—so that you could regain your freedom.

Right now, we are not talking about religion, the story, the rules, or whatever. None of those things comes close to being able to transform  your life. Only redemption can do that. And redemption is only possible if the price is paid. The only thing that matters at all is - the price.

This brings us to the Great Exchange. If you are willing to exchange your life as you own it – with the mistakes, faults, shame, disillusionment, crap, etc. – you can redeem it for a new one. People try to make it so complicated – but it’s not – it’s really just this simple, by design.

Your redemption has been fully paid, a great price you can't pay on your own, by a check written in blood. The price of your redemption costs that much. 

At Easter, we tend to focus on the resurrection because it is so miraculous. However, what the resurrection really means is that your redemption payment is validated—the check has cleared. Resurrection makes me feel good—redemption makes me good. You can leave the past behind with the opportunity for a much brighter future. In that, redemption is miraculous on a personal level.

Deep inside, we hunger for redemption—and that’s by design. That’s why the most incredible human emotion possible is the joy you feel at the moment of spiritual redemption. There is no word for that feeling in the English language. It is beyond words. The best I can do is: internal rejoicing on an exponential level.

The fact that you have the freedom to choose to be redeemed does not cheapen the price that was paid. You hold that check, written in blood, in your hand. Whether you buy your redemption with it, is up to you.

 

Be Ye Glad – (Michael Kelly Blanchard) 

Now from your dungeon a rumor is stirring
Though you've heard it again and again
Now but this time your cell keys are turning
And outside there are faces of friends 

Though your body lay weary from wasting
And your eyes show the sorrow they had
Oh the love that your heart is now tasting
Has opened the gate be ye glad

Oh, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad

Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full
By the grace of the Lord
Be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad

 

The Pit

I could not believe my bad luck. Things were going so well. Life was so good. Then – boom! Out of nowhere, my world crumbled.

I find myself at the bottom of a deep pit. Look at this mess. I’m stuck. I’m stuck here forever. There is no way out of this one. 

I need help. I need help badly. I need help now.

So I cry out, “HELP ME! HELP ME OUT!”

I was joyous when The Man finally showed up. Yes, he really does listen. And he must care! He really must care.

Me: Hey, I’m so glad you are here. Listen, there’s been some sort of unfortunate occurrence here. Look, apparently, there has been some mistake that avoided your attention. There must be some misunderstanding because this freakish thing has resulted in me being cast into the bottom of this pit.

The Man: There has been no mistake. Life is not predictable. Sometimes, you end up in good places for no specific reason, and other times, you enter the pit.

Me: But the universe, under your domain, has plunged me into this pit, so I know you can pull me out just as quickly. So don’t stand there. I really need to get out of here now to resume my good life. So just give me a hand and pull me out.

The Man: I’m not going to do that.

Me: Why not? All I want is for my life to be comfortable, stable, and prosperous again. So, can you just pull me out of here - now?

The Man: My purpose is not to make your life comfortable. And I’m not your genie. I’m not here to instantly restore things on a whim.

Me: But look at this mess! I can’t fix this. How do you suggest I get out of this pit?

The Man: You’re going to have to crawl out.

Me: What? You cannot be serious. This is going to be a demanding and arduous climb. It’s going to take a long time, and I'm not even sure I can do it.

The Man: Well, that's the only way out. So, as soon as you recover from the shock, I suggest you begin to crawl out.

Me: This is so unfair. So, I’ve got to crawl out of here? You’re not pulling me out? What are you going to do to help me? Are you just going to stand there offering occasional words of encouragement?

The Man: I will provide you with comfort in your journey.

Me: Oh, that’s just great. And what if you are not near and I can’t hear these platitudes?

The Man: I assure you; you will hear my voice.

Me: How? How do you know as I am struggling, aching, crawling out of this awful place that I will hear you?

The Man: Because my child, I will be crawling right beside you. And lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world, even at the bottom of the deepest pit. 

Signed copies of my book Deep Heavy Stuff and available at: donake1.com

 

 

 

I’ve Been Down That Road Too

It had been such a pleasant lunch …

Several years ago, I was having lunch with my good friend and coworker Marla. I had not talked with her much recently, and catching up on various topics was enjoyable.

It had been such a pleasant lunch … until I asked this question:

“How’s your project coming along?”  

Now, this seemed like a harmless inquiry. Marla and I had worked at the same company for a few years. She had been assigned a high-visibility, important project at the company and I merely wanted to see how it was going. One could argue that it would have been rude not to ask about it.

It had been such a pleasant lunch …. but the atmosphere changed dramatically.

Marla quickly bowed her head, looking straight down at the table. She mumbled about her struggles and said she wasn’t confident she could get it done.

My natural reaction would have been to encourage her and offer words of compassion to make her feel better at that moment. But that’s not what popped out of my mouth.

Her physical posture had not changed, so I was talking to the top of her head.

I said, “This type of project is much more difficult than you ever thought it would be. You are now doubting your ability to finish the job. You are questioning if the outcome will be any good and whether you will get any recognition from management for your efforts. You are wondering if all your effort is just a huge waste of time. You love your job, but you hate what you are feeling right now.”

At this, her head snapped back up. She stares at me incredulously with a couple of tears in her eyes and asks, almost demanding, in an aggressive voice, “How do you know that?”

Now, inside I’m laughing hysterically because it sounds like she thinks I’m some mystical mind reader, but Marla is extremely serious at this point, so I can’t even break a smile and remain stoic.  

I then explained that I had worked on two similar projects earlier in my career. “We’ve walked that same road,” I said. “I’m just further on the journey than you are.” She then was so relieved that her feelings were not as strange, nor wrong, as she had imagined. I had validated and affirmed her emotions.

She felt much better about her situation and looked for even more positive vibes in the glow of this epiphany. “But it gets much better as you get past this point? she asked. And then my expression turned somber. “It doesn’t get any easier,” I cautioned. “But you, you will become tougher as you move along.”

The Mistake We All Make

Marla had made the mistake of thinking her feelings were wrong, weird, and unjustified, when actually, her feelings were quite common in her situation. It is that sense of commonality that binds us together as humans. How she felt was not strange, it was merely human. And when she realized that, it became such a pleasant lunch once again. Everyone feels that way at some point in their life we just don’t realize it.

Therefore, it is so important to be around people going through the same issues and struggles as you, the definition of a support group, and to be honest enough to share your feelings, struggles, and fears. Marla felt comfortable enough to share her vulnerabilities with me. If she had lied and said, “everything is fine,” she would not have realized that her struggle was typical. She was not a failure, just a human being with natural fears and emotions.

This is part of the mentoring process. A traveler who has taken the journey explaining the way to someone still on the journey. Advising them on roads to take and what roads to avoid and warning them about the struggles they will face. I was able to help Marla because I’d been down that road too. So, help your fellow journeymen along the way as much as possible.

Life Lesson: You are not as unique as you think you are. And – People are very willing to help you if you are honest enough to share your struggles.

This Is Not The End

This is not the end …

This is not even close to the end …

I understand it feels like the end - You think that it’s the end

But this is not the end …

Imagine I am sitting across from you right now

Open your eyes wide and look at me

Reach over and grab my hand

Take a deep breath

Focus on every word that follows because this is so important to you, and to me

Even though your mind is spinning, relax for a moment, and just focus on my words

Take another deep breath … exhale … relax

I can tell you are in the dark place

I have been to the dark place myself

It’s the worst place to be – but it won’t get any worse tomorrow

Yes, tomorrow – because this is not the end

Don’t believe that you will feel this bad forever – you won’t – this is the worst and it can, and will get better

Just focus on getting to tomorrow

This is not the end …

In the dark place, you can’t trust your feelings because they are running out of control but eventually the turmoil will stop and peace will return

You also can’t trust your thinking because your mind is being messed up by your emotions

So, I’m asking you to trust me – and trust every word I say - I swear what I’m telling you is true based on long life of ups and downs and one trip to dark place you find yourself in right now

Take another deep breath …. exhale

Yes, you are angry – and you have every right to be

People can be mean, stupid, vengeful, and uncaring

They have hurt you badly and you are so angry with them

But the anger now has been turned inward on yourself

However, the problem is with them – not you

These people with still be awful tomorrow and the day after that

You can’t change that – but don’t let the awful people make you hate yourself – Do not give them that power over you

Let the anger inside you flow outward

Slam your fist on the table – scream if you need to

Just as you need to exhale – release some of the pressure that’s been building inside you

This is not the end …

This is about you, your life, your well-being - not them

So let’s focus on you

You may feel hopeless – you may even think you are hopeless

That’s how you ended up in the dark place – that’s how I got there

But you do have hope – you are not hopeless – there is always hope available if you what to grasp it

There are people, good people, who will help you get your hope back

This is not the end …

In the darkness, all you see is darkness

But your world has not come crashing down – It’s still there, you just can’t see it in the darkness

Your life has value, which you will see once you get out of the dark place

There is a future and it’s not far away                    

But in the darkness, there is no light

Once the light is turned on, you can see things as they are – not just the darkness

Just turn on the light – look at the world around you, not the things in the bad place

Focus on what is going on in the outside – not the pain on the inside

Look beyond this moment – and then begin move forward to get out of the dark place

Get to a place outside the darkness

This is not the end …

Now, I will ask you to begin to move past the dark place and into the light

I want you to ask God to help you leave the darkness

I doesn’t matter if you have never prayed before, it doesn’t matter if it’s been a long time since you prayed - It doesn’t even matter if you doubt that  God exists

And most importantly, it doesn’t matter if you’ve prayed in the past but have given up on God

Reach out to God right now, tell Him how badly you hurt -Tell Him how angry you are – and cry out and ask Him to help you

And I assure you – with everything fiber of my being – that you will receive help – that you will feel cared for and you will start moving out of the dark place  

Pray now, then resume reading this

And now, find someone to talk to about what you are going through and how you feel

Call, your best friend – or call the person who is the most kind, caring person you know

Tell them you urgently need to talk to them - And once again, they will listen - trust me on this

Yes, there are bad people who hurt you – but there are good people who will help you – you just need to ask – in the darkness you can’t see us but we are here – we are everywhere – just ask - just please ask

If you don’t want to talk to someone you know – call the largest church near you and tell them you need to talk to a pastor, now - They will listen and they will help you

If you have no one you feel comfortable talking to then call  800-273-8255

This is not the end …

Tomorrow may not be a good day, but it will be a better day – please trust me on this - this is not the end ….

 

 

 

 

A Tribute To My Mentor

From the time I became a marketing major as a sophomore at the University of Akron, I heard glowing comments about Dr. George Prough. But Dr. Prough taught only upper-level marketing, so I had to wait until my final semester to take his Promotional Strategies course.   

From the first class, I realized all the praise was warranted. Dr. Prough's teaching style was unique and exceptional. He had a distinctive style.  He didn’t lecture on “theory”. He expected you to read that stuff in the textbook and come to class prepared. He talked about real-life examples and applications that cemented those theories in your brain.  And then there was the outrageous humor. But this wasn’t to entertain. The humor was used as a teaching tool, closely related to the topics, and to enhance learning. 

 

It wasn’t a lecture. It was a fast-moving, free-wheeling, joy-ride through the world of marketing. I flourished under this teaching style, and  Dr. Prough was my best professor ever, by far. I thoroughly soaked up everything presented in this course. I never looked at my watch during his class and was always

disappointed when it ended. 

 

As a result, my grades were stellar, but I don’t think I spoke up much during class the whole semester. I didn’t ask questions, since I understood everything the first time. I sat quietly in the last row and never spoke to Dr. Prough before, after, or outside of class. So, I didn’t think he even knew my name. 

 

An Outrageous Statement  

 

However, that was far from the case. Only a few students were left in the room as I finished my essay-question final exam in Promotional Strategies. They were clustered on the left side of the room, so I walked down the right aisle to turn in my exam booklet. Dr. Prough got up from his chair and met me before I turned the corner. I handed him my test. 

“You should be a marketing professor,” he said. 

 

I nodded and said, “Thank you.” But it was one of the most outrageous statements anyone has ever said to me. A marketing professor? That was laughable! It wasn’t even in the range of possibilities. I was vigorously job hunting and would be married in a few months. And why would he say that after one course? He really didn’t know that much about me. It was pure kooky talk. I immediately rejected the advice as pure folly. But I remembered that moment, only because it was so bizarre. 

 

The Reconnection 

 

I graduated, started my career, went to graduate school, and continued on with life. Several years later, the business college started a “Professor For A Day” program, where graduates were invited back to campus to teach a class. I participated a couple of times and enjoyed it. The third time I signed up, I received a call from the administrator asking if I would be interested in teaching Dr. Prough’s class. This was an honor. The first time teaching his class, I did such a good job that he always requested me for “Professor For A Day” and I taught in his class for years.  And now, before and after the class, I was able to spend time with him discussing marketing and life. We became good friends.  

 

When I taught Dr. Prough’s class, I would do short segments on real-life examples applied to marketing principles. After class, we would discuss my presentation and he would point out which elements worked best. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was being mentored. The next time, I would repeat the good examples and add some new ones. Over time, I had a stellar presentation. The odd thing is, he never criticized any of the weak examples, he just praised the good stuff. 

 

The Next Step  

 

Around 2003, Indiana Wesleyan University opened a Cleveland campus and began recruiting adjunct business faculty. You didn’t need previous teaching experience, but you had to survive a challenging screening process. The final step was a 10-minute teaching presentation in front of the selection committee and every other person competing for a teaching position. This took place in a crowded conference room and was the most high-pressure presentation I have ever done. 

 

But I had been preparing for this moment, unknowingly, with Dr. Prough’s guidance, for years. I took the best segment from “Professor For A Day” , expanded it to 10 minutes, and then delivered it flawlessly under pressure. Almost all the other candidates had previous college teaching experience, but the campus dean told me later that my presentation was the best one that night. 

 

Hey, I’m A Professor 

 

Now I was adjunct faculty, but I was still inexperienced and unproven. Therefore, you start at the bottom. They gave me the course that nobody wants to teach: Basic Economics, at the associate degree level. Most students in the associate program have started their business careers and are taking college classes for the first time. They work all day, grab something to eat, and then it was my task to teach them economics from 6 to 10 p.m. The first night, they come into the class worried that economics will be too challenging and they will fail the class.

 

I quickly realized that I couldn’t just lecture on economics for four hours at night without the students falling asleep. So, I didn’t teach theories. I started with real-life examples that the students were familiar with, and I then extruded the theories out from the examples. It wasn’t a lecture. It was a quick-moving presentation with a lot of humor mixed in – not for entertainment purposes, but to reinforce the concepts. The university also provided videos and projects to break up class time. 

 

And it worked. The students had expected economics to be difficult and boring, but they loved my class. One student labeled it “stand-up economics”, since I had told them I had done stand-up comedy. And best yet, they were learning economics – really learning economics. They were getting it. 

 

My first five-week course went well. I was making the long drive home after the second night of my second course, energized because the class had just gone so well. “Wow,” I thought to myself. “You are good at this, and good, very quickly. You even have a style! Where did that come from? What does it remind you of?” 

 

And then, of course, was the epiphany. It wasn’t my style, it was my version of Dr. George Prough’s. I was unconsciously mimicking the best professor I had ever known. Oh, and it worked so well!    

 

Absurd? – No, Absurdly Brilliant 

 

After proving myself by receiving great student reviews in my economics course, they asked me if I wanted to teach a bachelor’s level marketing class. I felt like a minor leaguer getting called up to the majors. Yes, I was a marketing professor – 26 years after Dr. Prough’s proclamation.  The statement that I had considered absurd, was no longer ridiculous. It was absurdly brilliant. The man had been able to ascertain my destiny by reading just a bit of my writing when I was a just 22 years old, and had been a mere 26 years ahead of me. That’s just extreme brilliance – there’s no other way to describe it.

 

When my marketing textbook arrived at my house, I unwrapped the package like a kid at Christmas. Then, I held the book in both hands like it was some sacred scroll. I was so mesmerized that I read all the introduction pages that no one ever reads. But I stopped when it claimed  the book had been reviewed by the top marketing professors in the country. “Oh yeah?” I thought. “All the top profs, huh?  We’ll see about that.” And I  searched the list for one name. And there it was. “Dr. George Prough – University of Akron”.  I felt honored and confident to be teaching from a text reviewed by my friend and mentor.

 

You would think this would be an opportunity for a celebration between Dr. Prough and me. Where we would share some drinks, share some laughs, and I would remind him about his advice given 26 years earlier. But sadly, there would be no celebration. Dr. Prough developed Parkinson’s disease and had to retire during this time. I did correspond with him briefly for a time.  

 

The last time I saw Dr. Prough was at a university breakfast in 2011. The disease had progressed and he was in a wheelchair. A large group of people gathered around to greet him. After the university president Dr. Luis Proenza had talked to Dr. Prough, I grabbed his shoulder, pointed at Dr. Prough, and said “The best. The absolute best”, and he nodded in agreement. I then said what was basically hello, and goodbye, to my mentor and friend. Dr. Prough passed away a year and a half later. I attended the funeral. 

 

I wanted so much to be a full-time marketing professor. I seriously looked at it three different times after that, but I just couldn’t make the personal finances work. I guess the time to have planned this move was maybe, say, 26 or so years ago? 

Mentoring Is Important

 

The whole purpose of this story is to say that mentoring and being mentored are so beneficial and needed. I could have written all these words about the concept of mentoring, but I chose instead to show you, instead of tell you. (I wonder how I learned to do that?)

 

Therefore, I said all that to say this: 

 

If you are at the stage of your career, where you are confident enough that you don’t need to compete with everyone anymore, then share your knowledge about life, skills, philosophy, business, life-hacks with anyone who will listen. And if someone realizes the value in your wisdom, mentor them. 

 

Likewise, you younger folk, especially those who think you know it all, listen to the older guys (and women). It can keep you from making so many stupid mistakes. It can help you achieve more in your career, much faster. So, if you find someone willing to invest in you as a mentor, seize the opportunity.