Man of steel, not
by Jeff RosenbergI am not one to suggest that the strain and stress of business forges a man’s character like molten steel. But it’s nice to come out on the other side.
The past three weeks have seen my son break his thumb, my father hospitalized for a week (after I caught him as he almost fainted), my mother spend the week at our house (I was going to faint), and an utterly exhausting workload. Late Wednesday night I got home from a four-day trip to Denver and Detroit (I travel to cities alphabetically) and came home to the other side of it all.
My father was out of the hospital. My mother was out of our house. My daughter showed me photos from the senior prom (she’s a sophomore and looked stunning). My daughter also showed me some beautiful photos she took — she’s interested in my hobby, photography. My youngest son heard that more college lacrosse coaches are keeping an eye on him (by rules, he can’t be recruited until next year). My oldest son, who is graduating from college this year, shared with me really solid thinking about his future. And clients reported back to me that they were thrilled with our delivery on some important projects.
Nothing molten about me — though I keep telling my wife I am hot. Just happy to be where I’m at.