A long
time ago (I won’t say how long) when I was in grade school, I was pretty much
bored with everything school. The only
thing that I looked forward to was the spring county track meet. I loved to run and I loved to compete in the
sprints and relays. Finally, I
progressed through grade school to grade 6 and I thought that now that I was
going to start junior high school the next year and would be with the older
kids who were stronger and faster, that I wouldn’t be able to compete in
another track meet. It made me sad.
As school
ended and summer vacation began, I was given various tasks on the ranch and I
enjoyed working outside. However, I did
get tired of baling hay. Baling hay
helped to get me to look forward to school in the fall.
Another
task that I was usually involved with was fencing. If we weren’t baling hay, we were building
fence. Or mending fence. Or checking fence.
One day
Dad took me out to the field where we were going to build a new barbwire
fence. The process involved pounding in
corner posts, stringing a wire between the corner posts then using said wire as
a guide to pound in all the posts between the corners. It was very important to my Dad to make sure
that the fence was straight so after the wire was strung and before the posts
were pounded, we had to set one of the lengths of barbwire to be our post guide.
With the
wire stretched, my dad would stand at one of the corners and look along it to
the other corner. I had the job of
running down the length of wire and moving it to one side or the other as Dad
gave hand signals. As I said earlier, I
liked to run so I didn’t mind the task.
During
the summer after grade 6, Dad started making me run faster. I was surprised because in the past he had
been content with just allowing me to run at my desired pace. This summer he was making me put more effort
into it. Because I liked to run, I
didn’t question what Dad was doing. (I
think that he may have been in a hurry that day.)
It
happened that that day was a good day for running and we were able to set all of
the guide wires for the fence. We
finally got into the truck and headed for home.
I asked Dad, why he was making me run faster than I normally did. He said that he wanted me to work on training
for the track meet next year in the spring.
I said, “but Dad, I’m going to junior high school next year. I’ll be with the big kids. I don’t think I’ll get to run in a track meet
again.”
He just
said that it is good to prepare.
That
little piece of advice has stuck with me for all of my life. The funny thing is as I have tried to prepare
for future challenges, the task that I was doing prepared me for opportunities
that I didn’t foresee. I am so very grateful for a father that had
the foresight to encourage me to try to look at possible opportunities and
prepare for them. It has helped me in
ways that I never imagined.
And by
the way, in my senior year, I was able to compete in the provincial track
meet. Thanks Dad.
Awesome post from your little brother!
ReplyDeleteThanks Renee
DeleteI was lucky to have an Awesome dad
Now that is a great story and wise advice! And the title is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThanks, as I get older I realize more and more the wisdom that my dad had
DeleteYet another lesson, taught subtly and retained. What a teacher your father was.
ReplyDeleteDad had a way to teaching that kind of sneaks up and hits you later
DeleteA father who teaches possibilities is the best kind of father.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a while to get things to sink in. I was a hard headed teenager.
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